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- Kinkaishu
Umegae wa waga koromode ni nioikinu hana yori suguru haru no hatsukaze
The scent of the plum branches has come to my sleeve, carried by the first breeze of spring as it passes by the blossoms.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ume ga ka o yume no makura ni sasoikite samuru machikeru haru no hatsukaze
It carried the plum's fragrance to my pillow as I dreamed, and waited for me to wake—the first breeze of spring.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kono nenuru asake no kaze ni kaoru nari nokiba no ume no haru no hatsuhana
On the dawn breeze after a night's sleep comes a fragrance—the first blossoms of spring on the plum by the eaves.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Waga yado no ume no hana sakeri harusame wa itaku na furi so chiramaku mo oshi
The plum at my house is in bloom—spring rain, don't fall so hard; I would hate to see the blossoms scatter.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ume no hana iro wa sore to mo wakanu made kaze ni midarete yuki wa furitsutsu
Whirling in the wind, the snow keeps falling until no one can tell the color of the plum blossoms from it.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Waga yado no ume no hatsuhana sakinikeri matsu uguisu wa nado ka kinakanu
The first plum blossoms at my house have opened—so why doesn't the warbler I've been waiting for come and sing?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Haru kureba nao iro masaru yamashiro no tokiwa no mori no aoyagi no ito
When spring comes their color grows ever deeper—the threadlike green willows in the forest of Tokiwa in Yamashiro.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Aoyagi no ito mote nukeru shiratsuyu no tama kokichirasu haru no yamakaze
The spring mountain wind strips off and scatters the white dewdrop pearls strung on the threads of the green willow.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Aoyagi no ito yori tsutau shiratsuyu o tama to miru made harusame zo furu
The spring rain falls until the white dewdrops trickling down the threads of the green willow look like pearls.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Mizu tamaru ike no tsutsumi no sashiyanagi kono harusame ni moeidenikeri
The willow cutting planted on the bank of the brimming pond has sprouted in this spring rain.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Asamidori somete kaketaru aoyagi no ito ni tama nuku harusame zo furu
On the green willow, hung like threads dyed pale green, the spring rain falls, stringing pearls along them.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sawarabi no moeizuru haru ni narinureba nobe no kasumi mo tanabikinikeri
Now that it is spring, when the early bracken sprouts, the haze has come to trail across the fields as well.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sakurabana chiramaku oshimi uchihisasu miyaji no hito zo tonoi serikeru
Reluctant to see the cherry blossoms fall, the courtiers of the palace stayed on night duty to keep watch over them.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sakurabana chiraba oshikemu tamaboko no michiyukiburi ni orite kazasamu
If the cherry blossoms scatter I will regret it—so as I pass along the road I'll break off a branch and wear it in my hair.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Miyoshino no yamashitakage no sakurabana sakite tateri to kaze ni shirasu na
Cherry blossoms in the shade at the foot of the hills of Yoshino, do not let the wind know that you have bloomed and stand there.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Miyoshino no yama no yamamori hana o mite naganagashi hi o akazu mo aru kana
The keeper of the mountain at Yoshino gazes at the blossoms all through the long spring day and never tires of them.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo