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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Obotsukana no ni mo yama ni mo shiratsuyu no nanigoto o ka wa omoi okuran
How puzzling it is: the white dew settling on fields and mountains alike—what is it brooding over, that it lingers behind?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Emperor Murakami
Tsuyu shigemi nobe o waketsutsu karakoromo nurete zo kaeru hana no shizuku ni
The dew lies so thick that, pushing my way through the fields, I return with my fine robe soaked by the dripping of the flowers.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yorimune
Niwa no omo ni shigeru yomogi ni koto yosete kokoro no mama ni okeru tsuyu kana
Using the mugwort that grows thick across the garden as its excuse, the dew has settled just as it pleases.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi
Aki no no no kusaba oshinami oku tsuyu ni nurete ya hito no tazune yukuran
Drenched by the dew that weighs down the grasses of the autumn moor, will someone still make their way there in search?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nagazane
Mono omou sode yori tsuyu ya naraiken akikaze fukeba taenu mono to wa
Did the dew learn it from the sleeves of one lost in sorrowful thought—that when the autumn wind blows, it cannot hold itself back?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jakuren
Tsuyu wa sode ni mono omou koro wa sazo na oku kanarazu aki no narai naranedo
When one is lost in sorrowful thought, the dew surely settles on one's sleeves—though that is not necessarily a custom of autumn alone.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Nohara yori tsuyu no yukari o tazune kite waga koromode ni akikaze zo fuku
Seeking out what is kin to the dew, the autumn wind has come from the fields and blows upon my sleeves.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Kirigirisu yosamu ni aki no naru mama ni yowaru ka koe no tōzakari yuku
As autumn deepens into chilly nights, is the cricket growing weak? Its voice seems to be drifting farther away.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Saigyō
Mushi no ne mo nagaki yo akanu furusato ni nao omoi sou matsukaze zo fuku
In my old home, where even the insects never tire of the long nights that will not end, the wind in the pines blows, adding to my sorrow.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Ato mo naki niwa no asaji ni musubōre tsuyu no soko naru matsumushi no koe
Tangled in the sedge grass of a garden where no footprints come, the voice of the pine cricket rises from the depths of the dew, as if waiting.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Akikaze wa mi ni shimu bakari fukinikeri ima ya utsuran imo ga sagoromo
The autumn wind has come to blow so cold it pierces to the bone; is my beloved beating her robe on the fulling block even now?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemasa
Koromo utsu oto wa makura ni sugawara ya fushimi no yume o ikuyo nokoshitsu
Pillowed on the sound of fulling blocks at Fushimi in Sugawara, how many nights have I left the dreams I lay dreaming unfinished?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Koromo utsu neyama no io no shibashiba mo shiranu yumeji ni musubu tamakura
In a hut on the mountain where robes are beaten, I lay my head on my arm, yet seldom find the path of dreams.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintsune
Sato wa arete tsuki ya aranu to uramite mo tare asajifu ni koromo utsuran
The village has fallen to ruin, and even as one reproaches the moon—'Is it not the moon of old?'—who is it that beats robes amid the overgrown sedge?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Madoromade nagame yo tote no susabi kana asa no sagoromo tsuki ni utsu koe
Is it a whim meant to tell me, 'Do not doze off—keep gazing at the moon'? The sound of hempen robes being beaten in the moonlight.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kunaikyo
Aki to dani wasuren to omou tsukikage o samo ayaniku ni utsu koromo kana
Beneath the moonlight, in which I would forget that it is even autumn, how perversely someone beats robes on the fulling block.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika