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- Gosen Wakashu
Momijiba no chirikuru mireba Nagatsuki no ariake no tsuki no katsura narurashi
When I see the autumn leaves come scattering down, they must be from the laurel on the dawn moon of the ninth month.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Iku chihata oreba ka aki no yamagoto ni kaze ni midaruru kagami naruramu
How many thousand looms must have woven them, that on every autumn hill there should be a mirror tossed and tangled by the wind?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Naozari ni aki no yamabe o koekureba oranu nishiki o kinu hito zo naki
Crossing the autumn hillsides without a thought, there is no one who does not come out wearing a brocade that no one wove.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Momijiba o waketsutsu yukeba nishiki kite ie ni kaeru to hito ya miruran
As I make my way through the autumn leaves, will people see me as one returning home dressed in brocade?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Uchimurete iza wagimoko ga Kagamiyama koete momiji no chiran kage mimu
Let us go together over Mirror Mountain, like the mirror of my beloved, and see the shapes of the autumn leaves as they scatter.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Yamakaze no fuki no manimani momijiba wa kono mo kano mo ni chirinu beranari
As the mountain wind blows where it will, the colored leaves seem bound to scatter here and there, on this side and on that.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Aki no yo ni ame to kikoete furitsuru wa kaze ni midaruru momiji narikeri
What I heard falling as rain in the autumn night was, I find, the autumn leaves tossed by the wind.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tachiyorite mirubeki hito no areba koso aki no hayashi ni nishiki shikurame
It must be because there is someone who will stop by to look that the autumn forest spreads its brocade beneath the trees.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ko no moto ni oranu nishiki no tsumoreru wa kumo no hayashi no momiji narikeri
The brocade, woven by no one, that lies heaped beneath the trees is, I find, the autumn leaves of the Forest of the Clouds.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Akikaze ni chiru momijiba wa ominaeshi yado ni orishiku nishiki narikeri
The autumn leaves that scatter on the autumn wind are, I find, a brocade woven and spread at the house of the maiden flower.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ashihiki no yama no momiji wa chirinikeri arashi no saki ni mitemashi mono o
The autumn leaves of the mountain have scattered—if only I had gone to see them before the storm wind came.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Momijiba no furishiku aki no yamabe koso tachite kuyashiki nishiki narikere
The autumn hillside where the colored leaves lie strewn is, I find, a brocade I regret to leave—as one would regret to cut it.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tatsutagawa iro kurenai ni narinikeri yama no momiji zo ima wa chirurashi
The Tatsuta River has turned crimson; it seems the autumn leaves on the mountains are falling now.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tatsutagawa aki ni shi nareba yama chikami nagaruru mizu mo momiji shinikeri
Now that autumn has come, the Tatsuta River lies so near the mountains that even its flowing water has turned to autumn colors.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Momijiba no nagaruru aki wa kawa goto ni nishiki arau to hito ya miruramu
In the autumn, when the colored leaves float downstream, will people think brocade is being washed in every river?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tatsutagawa aki wa mizu naku asenanan akanu momiji no nagarureba oshi
Tatsuta River, I wish you would run dry in autumn and have no water at all, for it grieves me to see the leaves I never tire of float away.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet