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- Shui Wakashu
Chikakute zo iro mo masareru aoyagi no ito wa yorite zo miru bekarikeru
The green willow's threads look lovelier the closer you are; they are meant to be seen by drawing near.
Shui Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Aoyagi no hanada no ito o yoriawasete taezu mo naku ka uguisu no koe
As if twisting together the green willow's pale indigo threads, how unbrokenly the warbler sings!
Shui Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Hanami ni wa murete yukedomo aoyagi no ito no moto ni wa kuru hito mo nashi
People go in crowds to view the blossoms, yet no one comes to stand beneath the green willow's threads.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Sakeba chiru sakaneba koishi yamazakura omoi taesenu hana no ue kana
If they bloom, they scatter; if they do not, I long for them. Mountain cherries, how endless are the thoughts your flowers bring!
Shui Wakashu - Nakatsukasa
Yoshinoyama taezu kasumi no tanabiku wa hito ni shirarenu hana ya sakuran
The haze trails endlessly over Mount Yoshino; could it be that flowers no one knows of are blooming there?
Shui Wakashu - Nakatsukasa
Saki sakazu yoso nite mo mimu yamazakura mine no shirakumo tachi na kakushi so
Whether they bloom or not, I would gaze on the mountain cherries even from afar; white clouds on the peak, do not rise and hide them.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Fuku kaze ni arasoikanete ashihiki no yama no sakura wa hokorobinikeri
Unable to hold out against the blowing wind, the mountain cherries have burst into bloom.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Asamidori nobe no kasumi wa tsutsumedomo koborete niou hanazakura kana
Though the pale green haze over the fields wraps them round, the cherry blossoms spill out and glow with beauty.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Yoshinoyama kiesenu yuki to mietsuru wa minetsuzuki saku sakura narikeri
What looked like unmelting snow on Mount Yoshino was in fact the cherries blooming along its chain of peaks.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Harugasumi tachi na hedate so hanazakari mite dani akanu yama no sakura o
Spring haze, do not rise and screen them off, the mountain cherries in full bloom that never tire us even as we gaze on them.
Shui Wakashu - Kiyohara no Motosuke
Haru wa nao ware nite shirinu hanazakari kokoro nodokeki hito wa araji na
I have learned from my own heart what spring is like: when the blossoms are at their height, surely no one's heart is at peace.
Shui Wakashu - Mibu no Tadamine
Sakisomete ikuyo henuran sakurabana iro o ba hito ni akazu misetsutsu
How many ages have passed since you first began to bloom, cherry blossoms, showing your color to people who never tire of it?
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Chikage
Haru kureba mazu zo uchimiru isonokami mezurashigenaki yamada naredomo
When spring comes it is the first thing I look at, though it is only an old mountain field with nothing new about it.
Shui Wakashu - Mibu no Tadami
Haru kureba yamada no kōri uchitokete hito no kokoro ni makasu beranari
When spring comes, the ice on the mountain fields melts, and it seems the water can be drawn in just as people wish.
Shui Wakashu - Ariwara no Motokata
Haru no ta o hito ni makasete ware wa tada hana ni kokoro o tsukuru koro kana
Leaving the spring fields to others, these days I give my heart to nothing but the flowers.
Shui Wakashu - Saigū no Naishi
Ada naredo sakura nomi koso furusato no mukashi nagara no mono ni wa arikere
Fleeting though they are, the cherries alone remain in the old village just as they were long ago.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki