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- Gosen Wakashu
Aki no no no nishiki no goto mo miyuru kana iro naki tsuyu wa someji to omou ni
The autumn fields look like brocade, and yet I think the colorless dew could never have dyed them.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Aki no no ni ikanaru tsuyu no okitsumeba chiji no kusaba no iro kawaruran
What manner of dew has lain so long upon the autumn fields that the leaves of countless grasses have all changed their colors?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Izure o ka wakite shinoban aki no no ni utsurowan tote iro kawaru kusa
Which of them should I single out to love—the grasses in the autumn fields that change their color as they begin to fade?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Koe tatete naki zo shinubeki akigiri ni tomo madowaseru shika ni wa aranedo
I could surely weep aloud, though I am not the deer that has lost its companion in the autumn mist.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tomonori
Tare kike to koe shirotae ni saoshika no naganagashi yo o hitori nakuran
For whom to hear does the stag cry alone, its voice ringing clear and white, all through the long, long night?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Uchihaete kage to zo tanomu mine no matsu iro toru aki no kaze ni utsuru na
Pine upon the peak, on whom I have long relied as my shelter, do not change your color in the autumn wind that strips all color away.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hatsushigure fureba yamabe zo omohoyuru izure no kata ka mazu momizuran
When the first autumn showers fall, my thoughts turn to the mountains—which of their slopes, I wonder, will be the first to color?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Imo ga himo toku to musubu to Tatsutayama ima zo momiji no nishiki orikeru
Mount Tatsuta has now at last woven its brocade of autumn leaves.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kari nakite samuki ashita no tsuyu narashi Tatsuta no yama o momidasu mono wa
It must be the dew of cold mornings when the geese cry that turns the hills of Tatsuta to autumn colors.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Miru goto ni aki ni mo naru kana Tatsutahime momiji somu to ya yama mo kiruran
Each time I look, it grows more like autumn—is it because the goddess of Tatsuta dyes the autumn leaves that the hills put on her robes?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Azusayumi Irusa no yama wa akigiri no ataru goto ni ya iro masaruramu
Does Mount Irusa, whose name recalls the shooting of a catalpa bow, deepen in color each time the autumn mist strikes it?
Gosen Wakashu - Minamoto no Muneyuki
Kimi to ware Imose no yama mo aki kureba iro kawarinuru mono ni zo arikeru
Even the mountains of Imose, named for the bond between you and me, turn out to be things whose colors change when autumn comes.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Osoku toku irozuku yama no momijiba wa okure sakidatsu tsuyu ya okuran
Do the autumn leaves of the hills color late or early because the dew comes to lie on them, some of it lagging behind and some going on ahead?
Gosen Wakashu - Ariwara no Motokata
Kaku bakari momizuru iro no kokereba ya nishiki Tatsuta no yama to iuran
Is it because the color of its autumn leaves runs so deep that they call it Tatsuta, the mountain where brocade is cut?
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tomonori
Karakoromo Tatsuta no yama no momijiba wa mono omou hito no tamoto narikeri
The autumn leaves of Mount Tatsuta, I see, are the sleeves of one lost in sorrow.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ashihiki no yama no yamamori moru yama mo momiji sesasuru aki wa kinikeri
Even to Mount Moru, which the mountain warden watches over, autumn has come, the season that turns the leaves to color.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki