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- Shui Wakashu
Amatobu ya kari no tsukai ni itsushika mo nara no miyako ni kototsute yaran
Using the wild goose that flies through the sky as my messenger, how I wish to send word soon to the capital at Nara.
Shui Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Uguisu no sutsukuru eda o oritsureba kōba ikade ka umamu to suran
Since I have broken off the branch where the warbler was building its nest, how will the warbler manage to bring forth its young?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hana no iro o arawa ni medeba adamekinu iza kurayami ni narite kazasamu
If I openly admire the color of the blossoms, it seems frivolous; so come, let us wait until it is dark and then put them in our hair.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tabi no iwaya naki toko ni mo nerarekeri kusa no makura ni tsuyu wa okedomo
On my journey I was able to sleep even on a bed without so much as a rock shelter, though the dew settles on my pillow of grass.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemi
Naku koe wa amata suredomo uguisu ni masaru tori no wa naku koso arikere
Many birds' voices may be heard, but there is no bird that surpasses the warbler.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemi
Watatsuumi no oki naka ni hi no hanareidete moyu to miyuru wa ama no isari ka
That fire which seems to break away and burn out in the midst of the open sea—is it the fishing fire of the fishers?
Shui Wakashu - Ise
Koki iro ga itsu hata usuku utsurowamu hana ni kokoro mo tsukezaran kamo
Even a deep color will someday fade and pale again; shall I not, then, give my heart to such a flower?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Murasaki no iro ni wa saku na musashino no kusa no yukari to hito mo koso mire
Do not bloom in purple, for people might see you as kin to the purple grass of Musashi Plain.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takamitsu
Uete miru kimi dani shiranu hana no na o ware shimo tsuken koto no ayashisa
That I, of all people, should give a name to the flower that even you, who planted it and gaze on it, do not know—how strange!
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kawakami ni ima yori utamu ajiro ni wa mazu momijiba ya yoramu to suran
In the fish weir we will now set up upstream, will the autumn leaves be the first to gather?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Adabito no magaki chikō na hana ue so nioi mo aezu oritsukushikeri
Do not plant flowers near the fence of a fickle person; before they could bloom in their beauty, every one was broken off.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Waga yado no hana no ha ni nomi nuru chō no ika naru asa ka hoka yori wa kuru
The butterfly sleeps only on the leaves of the flowers at my house; on what sort of morning, then, does it come from elsewhere?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Wasurenishi hito no sara ni mo koishiki ka muge ni koji to wa omou mono kara
Do I long anew for the one who has forgotten me, though I think they will never come again?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Aki no no ni hana chō hana o oritsureba wabishira ni koso mushi mo nakikere
Since I broke off every last flower on the autumn moor, even the insects cry so forlornly.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Shiratsuyu no kakaru ga yagate kiezaraba kusaba zo tama no kushige naramashi
If the white dew that rests here did not vanish so soon, the grass blades would be a jewel casket for it.
Shui Wakashu - Mibu no Tadamine
Yamakawa wa ki no ha nagarezu asaki se o sekeba fuchi to zo aki wa naru ran
In the mountain stream the leaves do not flow away but dam the shallows, and so in autumn it must become deep pools.
Shui Wakashu - Mibu no Tadamine