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- Kinkaishu
Fuyu fukami kōri ni tozuru yamakawa no kumu hito nashi to toshi ya kurenamu
So deep is the winter that the mountain stream lies sealed in ice; with no one coming to draw its water, will the year simply draw to its close?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Waga kado no itai no shimizu fuyu fukaki kage koso miene kōri surashi mo
The clear water of the plank-lined well by my gate shows no reflection now in deep winter—it must have frozen over.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hara no ike no ashima no tsurara shigekereba taedae tsuki no kage wa sumikeri
On Hara Pond the ice lies thick among the reeds, so the moonlight shines clear upon the water only here and there.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hira no yama yamakaze samumi karasaki no nio no mizuumi tsuki zo kōreru
So cold is the wind from Mount Hira that at Karasaki, on the waters of Lake Nio, even the moon has frozen.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Chidori naku saho no kawara no tsuki kiyomi koromode samushi yo ya fukenuramu
On the riverbanks of Saho, where the plovers cry, the moon is so clear that my sleeves feel cold—has the night grown late already?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sayo fukete kumoma no tsuki no kage mireba sode ni shirarenu shimo zo okikeru
As the night grows late and I look upon the moonlight streaming between the clouds, a frost has settled that my sleeves cannot feel.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tsukikage no shiroki o mireba kasasagi no wataseru hashi ni shimo ya okikemu
Seeing how white the moonlight shines, I wonder: has frost settled on the bridge the magpies spread across the River of Heaven?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ama no hara sora o samukemi nubatama no yo wataru tsuki ni matsukaze zo fuku
The vast heavens are so cold that the wind in the pines blows toward the moon as it crosses the night sky.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tsuki no sumu iso no matsukaze saesaete shiroku mo miyuru yuki no shirahama
On the rocky shore beneath the clear moon, the wind in the pines blows cold, and the white beach gleams as if covered in snow.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Fukenikeri toyama no arashi saesaete tōchi no sato ni sumeru tsukikage
The night has grown late. The storm wind from the near hills blows bitterly cold, and over the village of Tōchi the moonlight shines clear.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kumo fukaki miyama no arashi saesaete ikoma no take ni arare fururashi
The storm wind of the cloud-wrapped mountains blows bitterly cold; on the peak of Ikoma, hail must be falling.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Mononofu no yanami tsukurou kote no ue ni arare tabashiru nasu no shinohara
As a warrior straightens the arrows in his quiver, hailstones strike his gauntlet and go bouncing off—here on the bamboo plain of Nasu.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sasa no ha no miyama mo soyo ni arare furi samuki shimoyo o hitori ka mo nemu
Hail falls on the bamboo leaves until the whole mountain rustles with it—must I sleep alone through this cold and frosty night?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sasa no ha ni arare sayagite miyamabe no mine no kogarashi shikirite fukinu
Hail clatters on the bamboo leaves, and the bitter wind from the mountain peaks has blown without ceasing.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yūzukuyo saho no kawakaze mi ni shimite sode yori suguru chidori nakunari
On a night of the evening moon, the river wind of Saho chills me to the bone, and I hear the plovers crying as they pass close by my sleeve.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Furitsumoru yuki fumu iso no hamachidori nami ni shiorete yowa ni nakunari
The beach plovers, treading the snow heaped on the rocky shore, drenched and drooping in the waves, are crying in the middle of the night.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo