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- Gosen Wakashu
Kakikurashi yuki wa furi tsutsu shikasuga ni waga ie no sono ni uguisu zo naku
Snow keeps falling, darkening the whole sky, and yet, even so, a warbler is singing in the garden of my house.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tani samumi imada sudatanu uguisu no naku koe wakami hito no susamenu
Because the valley is cold, the warbler has not yet left its nest, and since its song is still so young, no one takes delight in it.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Uguisu no naki tsuru koe ni sasowarete hana no moto ni zo ware wa ki ni keru
Lured by the song the warbler sang, I find I have come to stand beneath the blossoms.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hana dani mo mada sakanaku ni uguisu no naku hitokoe o haru to omowamu
Since not even the flowers have bloomed yet, I shall take the single cry of the warbler as spring itself.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kimi ga tame yamada no sawa ni egu tsumu to nure ni shi sode wa ima mo kawakazu
For your sake I went to gather egu in the marsh by the mountain paddy, and the sleeves I soaked then are not dry even now.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ume no hana ima wa sakari ni narinuran tanomeshi hito no otozure mo senu
By now the plum blossoms must be at their height, yet the one who promised to send word has sent me nothing at all.
Gosen Wakashu - Prince Tokiyo
Harusame ni ika ni zo ume ya niouran waga miru eda wa iro mo kawarazu
How could the plum be blooming so brightly in the spring rain? The branches I am looking at have not even changed their color.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Haseo
Ume no hana chiru chō nae ni harusame no furide tsutsu naku uguisu no koe
Just as the plum blossoms are said to be falling, the spring rain comes down, and through it the warbler keeps pouring out its song.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Imo ga ie no haiiri ni tateru aoyagi ni ima ya nakuran uguisu no koe
On the green willow standing by the entrance of my beloved's house, might the warbler be singing even now?
Gosen Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Fukamidori tokiwa no matsu no kage ni ite utsurou hana o yoso ni koso mire
Sitting in the shade of the deep green, never-changing pines, I watch the fading blossoms as something far removed from me.
Gosen Wakashu - Sakanoue no Koreyuki
Hana no iro wa chiranu ma bakari furusato ni tsune ni wa matsu no midori nari keri
The color of the blossoms lasts only until they fall; what remains forever in this familiar place is the green of the pines.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatada
Kurenai ni iro o ba kaete ume no hana ka zo kotogoto ni niowazari keru
Though the plum blossoms have changed their color to crimson, I find their fragrance is not different in the least.
Gosen Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Furu yuki wa katsu mo kenanamu ume no hana chiru ni madowazu orite kazasamu
Let the falling snow melt away even as it falls, so that, not confusing it with scattering blossoms, I may break off the plum and wear it in my hair.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Haru goto ni sakimasaru beki hana nareba kotoshi o mo mada akazu to zo miru
These are flowers bound to bloom more splendidly with every spring, so even this year's blossoms I see as not yet their fullest.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Ueshi toki hana mimu to shi mo omowanu ni saki chiru mireba yowai oi ni keri
When I planted it I never imagined I would live to see it flower; yet now, watching it bloom and scatter, I realize how old I have grown.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemoto
Take chikaku yodoko ne wa seji uguisu no naku koe kikeba asai serarezu
I shall not make my bed for the night near the bamboo again, for when I hear the warbler sing, I cannot sleep late into the morning.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Korehira