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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Yamazato no inaba no kaze ni nezame shite yobukaku shika no koe o kiku kana
In a mountain village, woken by the wind rustling the rice leaves, I hear the voice of the deer deep in the night.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Morotada
Hitorine ya itodo sabishiki saoshika no asa fusu ono no kuzu no urakaze
Is sleeping alone all the lonelier for the stag that lies down at dawn on the moor, where the wind turns the kudzu leaves to show their pale undersides?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akitsuna
Tatsutayama kozue mabara ni naru mama ni fukaku mo shika no soyogu naru kana
On Mount Tatsuta, as the treetops grow ever sparser, I hear the stag rustling deep within the mountain.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Shun'e
Sugite yuku aki no katami ni saoshika no onoga naku ne mo oshiku ya aruran
As a keepsake of the passing autumn, does the stag feel loath to lose even the sound of his own cry?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nagaie
Wakite nado io moru sode no shioruran inaba ni kagiru aki no kaze ka wa
Why should the sleeves of the one who guards the hut be so especially drenched and limp? The autumn wind does not blow on the rice leaves alone.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Akita moru kariio tsukuri waga oreba koromode samushi tsuyu zo okikeru
Guarding the autumn fields, I built a temporary hut and stay in it; my sleeves are cold, for the dew has settled on them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Aki kureba asake no kaze no te o samumi yamada no hita o makasete zo kiku
Once autumn comes, the dawn wind makes my hands so cold that I leave the clappers in the mountain paddy to the wind and simply listen to them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Hototogisu naku samidare ni ueshi ta o karigane samumi aki zo kurenuru
The paddies planted in the early summer rains, when the cuckoo sang, are now being reaped; the cries of the wild geese sound cold, and autumn is drawing to its end.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Yoshishige no Tamemasa
Ima yori wa akikaze samuku narinu beshi ikade ka hitori nagaki yo o nen
From now on the autumn wind is bound to turn cold; how can I sleep alone through the long nights?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Aki sareba kari no hakaze ni shimo furite samuki yonayona shigure sae furu
When autumn comes, frost falls in the wind of the wild geese's wings, and night after cold night even the cold showers come down.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Saoshika no tsuma tou yama no okabe naru wasada wa karaji shimo wa oku tomo
The early rice fields on the slopes of the mountain where the stag calls for his mate—I will not reap them, even if the frost settles.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Karite hosu yamada no ine wa sode hichite ueshi sanae to miezu mo aru kana
The rice from the mountain paddy, reaped and hung to dry, no longer looks like the seedlings I planted with my sleeves soaked through.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Kusaba ni wa tama to mietsutsu wabibito no sode no namida no aki no shiratsuyu
On the grass blades they look like jewels, yet they are the tears on the sleeves of the sorrowful—the white dew of autumn.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sugawara no Michizane
Waga yado no obana ga sue ni shiratsuyu no okishi hi yori zo akikaze mo fuku
Ever since the day the white dew settled on the tips of the pampas grass by my house, the autumn wind has been blowing as well.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Aki to ieba chigiri okite ya musuburan asajigahara no kesa no shiratsuyu
Now that it is autumn, do they gather as if by a promise made long before—the white dewdrops on the sedge-grass plain this morning?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Egyō
Aki sareba oku shiratsuyu ni waga yado no asaji ga uwaba irozukinikeri
When autumn comes, the upper blades of sedge grass by my house have taken on color from the settling white dew.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro