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- Senzai Wakashu
Aki no tsuki chiji ni kokoro o kudakikite koyoi hitoyo ni taezu mo aru kana
All autumn long the moon has broken my heart in a thousand ways, and on this one night I can bear it no longer.
Senzai Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Sayo fukete kinuta no oto zo tayumu naru tsuki o mitsutsu ya koromo utsuran
As the night grows late, the sound of the fulling block falters. Is she beating the cloth while gazing at the moon?
Senzai Wakashu - Prince-Priest Kakushō
Koitsutsu ya imo ga utsuran karakoromo kinuta no oto no sora ni naru made
Is it my love beating the robe as she yearns for me, until the sound of the fulling block fills the sky and her heart drifts away?
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinzane
Matsukaze no oto dani aki wa sabishiki ni koromo utsu nari Tamagawa no sato
In autumn the sound of the pine wind alone is lonely enough, yet in the village of Tamagawa I hear them fulling cloth as well.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Ta ga tame ni ika ni uteba ka karakoromo chitabi yachitabi koe no uramuru
For whom, and how, does she beat the robe, that the block's voice rings with reproach a thousand, eight thousand times?
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi
Koromo utsu oto o kiku ni zo shirarenuru sato tōkaranu kusamakura to wa
Hearing the sound of cloth being fulled, I came to know that my lodging for the night on the road lay not far from a village.
Senzai Wakashu - Shunsei
Yūgiri ya aki no aware o kometsuran wakeiru sode ni tsuyu no okisou
Has the evening mist shut the sorrow of autumn up within it? As I push my way in, dew settles more and more on my sleeves.
Senzai Wakashu - Sōen
Aki fukami tasogaredoki no fujibakama niou wa nanoru kokochi koso sure
As autumn deepens, at dusk when one asks "who is there?", the thoroughwort's fragrance feels as if it were announcing its own name.
Senzai Wakashu - Retired Emperor Sutoku
Ika ni shite iwama mo mienu yūgure ni Tonase no ikada ochite kitsuran
How could the raft have come plunging down the rapids of Tonase in a dusk so dark that even the gaps between the rocks cannot be seen?
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Chikataka
Kesa mireba sanagara shimo o itadakite okinasabiyuku shiragiku no hana
Looking this morning, I see the white chrysanthemum bearing the frost upon its head, growing old like a white-haired elder.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi
Shiragiku no ha ni oku tsuyu ni yadorazu wa hana to zo mimashi terasu tsukikage
Had the moonlight not lodged in the dew on the leaves of the white chrysanthemums, I would have taken that shining light for the flowers themselves.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshimichi
Yuki naraba magaki ni nomi wa tsumoraji to omoitoku ni zo shiragiku no hana
If it were snow, it would not pile up only on the brushwood fence: so reasoning, I realize these are white chrysanthemums.
Senzai Wakashu - Gyokei
Asanaasana magaki no kiku no utsuroeba tsuyu sae iro no kawariyuku kana
Morning after morning, as the chrysanthemums by the fence change their color, even the dew upon them changes color too.
Senzai Wakashu - Yūsei
Saewataru hikari o shimo ni magaete ya tsuki ni utsurou shiragiku no hana
Has it mistaken the clear, cold light for frost? The white chrysanthemum changes its color in the moonlight.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Kotogoto ni kanashikarikeri mube shi koso aki no kokoro o urei to iikere
In autumn everything is sad. No wonder, then, that they write "heart" beneath "autumn" and call it "grief."
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Suemichi
Aki ni aezu sa koso wa kuzu no irozukame ana urameshi no kaze no keshiki ya
It is natural that the arrowroot leaves should color, unable to bear the autumn, but how hateful is the way the wind turns them over.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi