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- Gosen Wakashu
Shizuku mote yowai nobu chō hana nareba chiyo no aki ni zo kage wa shigeran
Since this is the flower whose drops of dew are said to lengthen life, its shade will surely flourish for a thousand autumns.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tomonori
Aki no tsuki hikari sayakemi momijiba no otsuru kage sae miewataru kana
The light of the autumn moon is so clear and bright that even the shapes of the falling leaves can be seen all around.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Aki goto ni tsura o hanarenu karigane wa haru kaeru tomo kaerazaranan
I wish the wild geese that come each autumn without breaking rank would not return north, even when spring returns.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Minahito ni orarenikeri to kiku no hana kimi ga tame ni zo tsuyu wa okikeru
Though you heard these chrysanthemums had all been plucked by everyone, it was for you alone that the dew was lying on them.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Fuku kaze ni makasuru fune ya aki no yo no tsuki no ue yori kyō wa koguran
Is the boat that trusts itself to the blowing wind rowing today over the moon of this autumn night?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Momijiba wa chiru ko no moto ni tomarikeri sugiyuku aki ya izuchi naruramu
The colored leaves have stayed beneath the trees from which they fell; but where, I wonder, is the passing autumn bound?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Omoiidete tou ni wa araji aki hatsuru iro no kagiri o misuru naruran
It is not, I think, that you remembered me and came to call; you are only showing me the last of the colors as autumn ends.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ujiyama no momiji o mizu wa Nagatsuki no sugiyuku hio mo shirazu zo aramashi
Had I not seen the autumn leaves of Mount Uji, I would never have known the days of the ninth month were slipping away.
Gosen Wakashu - Daughter of Chikane
Nagatsuki no ariake no tsuki wa arinagara hakanaku aki wa suginu beranari
Though the dawn moon of the ninth month still lingers in the sky, autumn seems to be slipping away all too fleetingly.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Izukata ni yo wa narinuran obotsukana akenu kagiri wa aki zo to omowan
How far, I wonder, has the night worn on? I cannot tell—but so long as dawn has not come, I will think it is autumn still.
Gosen Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Hatsushigure fureba yamabe zo omōyuru izure no kata ka mazu momizuran
When the first winter showers fall, my thoughts turn to the mountains: in which direction, I wonder, have the leaves begun to turn first?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hatsushigure furu hodo mo naku Sahoyama no kozue amaneku utsuroinikeri
The first winter showers have scarcely fallen, yet the treetops of Mount Saho have all changed color, every one of them.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kannazuki furimi furazumi sadamenaki shigure zo fuyu no hajime narikeru
In the tenth month, the showers that fall and then stop, never settled, are what mark the beginning of winter.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Fuyu kureba Saho no kawase ni iru tazu mo hitorinegataki ne o zo naku naru
When winter comes, even the cranes in the shallows of the Saho River seem to cry out with voices that say it is hard to sleep alone.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hitori nuru hito no kikaku ni kannazuki niwaka ni mo furu hatsushigure kana
While one who sleeps alone lies listening, how suddenly the first showers of the tenth month come pouring down.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Akihatete shigure furinuru ware nareba chiru koto no ha o nani ka uramimu
Since I am one who has been tired of utterly, as autumn ends, and grown old in tears like falling showers, why should I resent your words that scatter like leaves?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet