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- Shui Wakashu
Takitsuse no naka ni tama tsumu shiranami wa nagaruru mizu o o ni zo nukikeru
The white waves that gather beads of spray amid the rushing rapids are stringing them on the flowing water as on a cord.
Shui Wakashu - Mibu no Tadamine
Ima komu to iite wakareshi ashita yori omoikurashi no ne o nomi zo naku
Since the morning we parted, when you said you would come soon, I spend each day thinking of you and only weep aloud, like the evening cicada.
Shui Wakashu - Mibu no Tadamine
Somabito wa miyaki hiku rashi ashihiki no yama no yamabiko koe toyomu nari
The woodcutters seem to be hauling timber for the palace; the mountain echoes ring out with their voices.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Matsu no ne wa aki no shirabe ni kikoyu nari takaku seme agete tori zo hiku rashi
The sound of the pines rings out like an autumn melody; the birds, it seems, have tightened the strings to a high pitch and are playing.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Ada nari to hito mo tokikuru nobe shimo zo hana no atari o sugigate ni suru
People have long said that the flowers of the moor are fickle, yet it is just there that I can hardly bring myself to pass by the blossoms.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemi
Uguisu no su wa ugokedomo nushi mo nashi kaze ni makasete izuchi inu ran
The warbler's nest sways, yet its master is nowhere to be seen; trusting itself to the wind, where could it have gone?
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemi
Furumichi ni ware ya madowamu inishie no nonaka no kusa wa shigeriainikeri
Shall I lose my way on this old road? The grasses of the moor of long ago have grown thick together.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemi
Sumiyoshi no oka no matsukasa sashitsureba ame wa furu tomo ina mino wa kiji
Since I hold up a pinecone from the hill of Sumiyoshi as my umbrella, even if it rains—no, I will not put on a straw raincoat.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemi
Shiranami no uchikakuru su no kawakanu ni waga tamoto koso otorazarikere
The sandbar over which the white waves break is never dry, and my sleeves, wet with tears, are no less so.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemi
Mizu mo naku fune mo kayowanu kono shima ni ikade ka ama no namamekaru ran
To this island where there is no water and no boats pass, how is it that a fisher—no, a nun—comes looking so charming?
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemi
Uete inishi hito mo minaku ni akihagi no tare miyo to ka wa hana no sakikemu
Though the one who planted it and went away will not see it, for whom, bidding them look, has the autumn bush clover come into bloom?
Shui Wakashu - Ariwara no Motokata
Ashihiki no yamabe ni oreba shirakumo no ika ni seyo to ka haruru toki naki
Living by the mountains, I wonder what the white clouds would have me do, for there is never a time they clear.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Tsukushi yori koko made kuredo tsuto mo nashi tachi no okawa no hashi nomi zo aru
I have come all the way here from Tsukushi, yet I have no gift; there is only the end of my sword's leather strap.
Shui Wakashu - Ariwara no Narihira
Mi o sutete yama ni irinishi ware nareba kuma no kurawamu koto mo oboezu
Since I am one who has cast away the self and entered the mountains, I do not even think about bears coming to devour me.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tori no ko wa mada hina nagara tachite inu kai no miyuru wa sumori narikeri
The young birds left while they were still fledglings; the egg still to be seen is one that never hatched and stayed behind in the nest.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kuki mo ha mo mina midori naru fukazeri wa arau ne nomi ya shiroku miyu ran
Deep-rooted parsley, whose stems and leaves are all green—is it only the washed roots that look white?
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemi