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- Gosen Wakashu
Kannazuki shigururu toki zo Miyoshino no yama no miyuki mo furihajimekeru
It is in the tenth month, when the showers fall, that the snow on the mountains of Yoshino has begun to fall as well.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kesa no arashi samuku mo aru kana ashihiki no yama kakikumori yuki zo fururashi
How cold this morning's storm wind is! Up in the mountains, clouded over, snow must be falling.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kurokami no shiroku nariyuku mi ni shi areba mazu hatsuyuki o aware to zo miru
Since I am one whose black hair is turning white, it is the first snow above all that I gaze on with deep feeling.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Arare furu miyama no sato no wabishiki wa kite tawayasuku tou hito zo naki
What makes the mountain village where hail falls so desolate is that no one comes easily to call.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Chihayaburu kannazuki koso kanashikere waga mi shigure ni furinu to omoeba
It is the tenth month that is saddest of all, for I feel that, like the showers falling, I myself have grown old.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Shirayama ni yuki furinureba ato taete ima wa Koshiji ni hito mo kayowazu
Since snow has fallen on Mount Shirayama, all tracks are gone, and now no one travels the road to Koshi—just as no one now comes along the road by which he used to come.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Furisomete tomo matsu yuki wa mubatama no waga kurokami no kawaru narikeri
The snow that began to fall and lingers, waiting for its friend, the next snowfall, is in truth my own black hair turned white.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Kurokami no iro furikauru shirayuki no machiizuru tomo wa utoku zo arikeru
The friend that the white snow waits for and greets, the snow that falls and changes the color of black hair, is something unwelcome to me.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanesuke
Kurokami to yuki to no naka no uki mireba tomokagami o mo tsurashi to zo omou
When I see how unhappily black hair and snow get along, I find even my friend's hair, and the mirror that shows it, hateful.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Toshigoto ni shiraga no kazu o masukagami miru ni zo yuki no tomo wa shirikeru
Seeing in the clear mirror how the number of white hairs grows year by year, I have come to know who the snow's friend is.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanesuke
Toshi furedo iro mo kawaranu matsugae ni kakareru yuki o hana to koso mire
On the branches of the pine, whose color does not change however many years go by, I see the clinging snow as blossoms.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Shimogare no eda to na wabi so shirayuki no kienu kagiri wa hana to koso mire
Do not grieve that yours are branches withered by frost: so long as the white snow does not melt, I see it as blossoms.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kōri koso ima wa surashi mo Miyoshino no yama no takitsuse koe mo kikoezu
Ice, it seems, has now formed: from the rapids of the Yoshino mountains not a sound can be heard.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Yo o samumi nezamete kikeba oshi zo naku harai mo aezu shimo ya okuran
Because the night is cold I wake and listen, and hear the mandarin ducks crying: has frost settled on them faster than they can brush it away?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Katsu kiete sora ni midaruru awayuki wa mono omou hito no kokoro narikeri
The light snow that melts even as it falls and whirls in disarray across the sky is the very heart of one lost in longing.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kagemoto
Shirayuki no furihaete koso towazarame tokuru tayori o sugusazaranan
You may not come specially to call, through the falling white snow, but I wish you would not let pass this chance, as the snow melts, to stop by.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet