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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Ominaeshi nobe no furusato omoiidete yadorishi mushi no koe ya koishiki
Maidenflower, do you remember the moor you came from, and long for the voice of the insect that lodged there?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Motozane
Yū sareba tama chiru nobe no ominaeshi makura sadamenu akikaze zo fuku
When evening comes, on the moor where the dew is shed like beads, the autumn wind blows and gives the maidenflowers no place to lay their heads.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshihira
Fujibakama nushi wa tare to mo shiratsuyu no koborete niou nobe no akikaze
Whose is this boneset? There is no knowing; the white dew spills from it and the scent rises in the autumn wind across the moor.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Koyu
Usugiri no magaki no hana no asashimeri aki wa yūbe to tare ka iikemu
The flowers at the hedge are damp with morning under a thin mist; and who was it that said autumn was a thing of evenings?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kiyosuke
Ito kaku ya sode wa shioreshi nobe ni idete mukashi mo aki no hana wa mishikado
Were my sleeves ever so wilted as this? I went out to the moor and looked at autumn's flowers in the old days too.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Hanami ni to hitoyari naranu nobe ni kite kokoro no kagiri tsukushitsuru kana
No one sent me: I came out to the moor of my own accord to see the flowers, and spent my whole heart there.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Okite mimu to omoishi hodo ni karenikeri tsuyu yori kenaru asagao no hana
While I was still meaning to get up and look, it had withered: the morning glory, quicker to go than the dew.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Yamagatsu no kakiho ni sakeru asagao wa shinonome narade au yoshi mo nashi
The morning glory blooming at the mountain man's hedge: except at daybreak, there is no way to meet it.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Uragaruru asaji ga hara no karukaya no midarete mono o omou koro kana
Like the sedge withering at the tips on the plain of low reeds, my thoughts are tangled in these days.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sakanoue no Koreyuki
Saoshika no iru no no susuki hatsuobana itsushika imo ga tamakura ni semu
The pampas grass, in its first ear, on the moor the stag goes into: when shall I have my love's arm for a pillow?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Ogurayama fumoto no nobe no hanasusuki honoka ni miyuru aki no yūgure
On the moor at the foot of Ogura the plumed grass can just be made out: an evening in autumn.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Honoka ni mo kaze wa fukanamu hanasusuki musubōretsutsu tsuyu ni nuru tomo
Let the wind blow, if only faintly, on the plumed grass, though it tangle and be soaked with dew.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Kishi
Hanasusuki mata tsuyu fukashi ho ni idete nagameji to omou aki no sakari o
The dew lies deep again on the plumed grass; and I had meant not to let my heart show, not to gaze, at the very height of autumn.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Nobe goto ni otozure wataru akikaze o ada ni mo nabiku hanasusuki kana
The autumn wind goes calling over one moor after another, and to so faithless a thing the plumed grass bends all the same.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Rokujo of Hachijoin
Akenu tote nobe yori yama ni iru shika no ato fukiokuru hagi no shitakaze
Day has broken, and the deer goes up from the moor into the hills; and after him, along his track, blows the low wind through the clover.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michiteru
Mi ni tomaru omoi o oki no uwaha nite kono koro kanashi yūgure no sora
The thought that will not leave me I have laid on the upper leaf of the reed; and in these days the evening sky is a sad thing.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien