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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Ama no hara Fuji no keburi no haru no iro no kasumi ni nabiku akebono no sora
Across the wide sky the smoke of Fuji has become the colour of spring, trailing out as haze in the light of dawn.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Asagasumi fukaku miyuru ya keburi tatsu Muro no Yashima no watari naruramu
Is it because the morning haze lies so deep that this must be the neighbourhood of Muro no Yashima, where they say smoke rises from the water?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kiyosuke
Nago no umi no kasumi no ma yori nagamureba iribi o arau okitsu shiranami
Looking out through a break in the haze over the sea at Nago, I see the white waves offshore washing the setting sun.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanesada
Miwataseba yamamoto kasumu Minasegawa yūbe wa aki to nani omoikemu
Looking out, I see the hills hazed at their feet above the Minase River. Whatever made me think that evening was the season of autumn?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Kasumi tatsu Sue no Matsuyama honobono to nami ni hanaruru yokogumo no sora
Haze rises over Sue no Matsuyama, and in the first faint light a band of cloud draws away from the waves into the sky.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Haru no yo no yume no ukihashi todaeshite mine ni wakaruru yokogumo no sora
The floating bridge of a spring night's dream has broken off, and a band of cloud is drawing away from the mountain peak into the sky.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Shirurameya kasumi no sora o nagametsutsu hana mo niowanu haru o nageku to
Does he know it, I wonder? That I sit gazing at a sky full of haze and grieving for a spring in which no blossom has opened.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Nakatsukasa
Ōzora wa ume no nioi ni kasumitsutsu kumori mo hatenu haru no yo no tsuki
The whole sky is hazed with the scent of plum, and never quite clouds over: the moon of a spring night.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Orarekeri kurenai niou ume no hana kesa shirotae ni yuki wa furere do
Someone has broken it off, the plum flower burning red, though this morning the snow lies everywhere white.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yorimichi
Aruji o ba tare to mo wakazu haru wa tada kakine no ume o tazunete zo miru
Spring never troubles to learn whose house it is; it only comes seeking the plum at the hedge, and looks.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Atsuie
Kokoro araba towamashi mono o umegaka ni taga sode yori ka nioi kitsuramu
If I had it in me, I would go and ask: from whose sleeve has this scent of plum come drifting to me?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Ume no hana nioi o utsusu sode no ue ni nokimoru tsuki no kage zo arasou
The plum has left its scent on my sleeve, and there the moonlight leaking under the eaves contends with it.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Umegaka ni mukashi o toeba haru no tsuki kotaenu kage zo sode ni utsureru
The scent of plum sets me asking after the old days, and the spring moon does not answer; only its light lies reflected on my sleeve.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Ume no hana taga sode fureshi nioi zo to haru ya mukashi no tsuki ni towabaya
Whose sleeve brushed the plum and left this scent? I would put the question to that moon, the one that was asked whether the spring was the old spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michitomo
Ume no hana akanu iroka mo mukashi nite onaji katami no haru no yo no tsuki
The colour and scent of the plum, of which I never tire, are as they were long ago, and this spring moon is the same keepsake still.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei
Minu hito ni yosoete mitsuru ume no hana chirinamu nochi no nagusame zo naki
I have been looking at the plum and taking it for you, whom I have never seen; when the flowers have fallen, there will be nothing left to console me.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sadayori