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Omowazu ni yoshi aru shizu no sumika kana tsuta no momiji o noki ni hawasete
What an unexpectedly charming dwelling for a humble man, with the reddened ivy trained to trail along its eaves.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tokiwa naru matsu no midori ni kamisabite momiji zo aki wa ake no tamagaki
Amid the unchanging green of the pines, the shrine stands hallowed with age, and in autumn it is the red leaves that form its vermilion fence.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Momiji chiru nohara o wakete yuku hito wa hana naranu mata nishiki kiru beshi
Those who make their way across the moors where the red leaves are falling will be dressed in brocade again, though not the brocade of spring blossoms.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ōigawa iseki ni yodomu mizu no iro ni aki fukaku naru hodo zo shiraruru
In the color of the water pooling at the weir on the Ōi River, I can see of itself how deep autumn has grown.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ogurayama fumoto ni aki no iro wa are ya kozue no nishiki kaze ni tatarete
Is autumn's color filling the foot of Mount Ogura because the brocade of its treetops has been cut by the wind and let fall?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Waga mono to aki no kozue o omou kana Ogura no sato ni iei seshi yori
Ever since I made my home in the village of Ogura, I have come to think of the bright autumn treetops as if they were my own.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yamazato wa aki no sue ni zo omoishiru kanashikarikeri kogarashi no kaze
In a mountain village it is at the end of autumn that one truly comes to know it: how sad is the wind that strips the trees bare.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kurehatsuru aki no katami ni shibashi min momiji chirasu na kogarashi no kaze
Let me gaze a little while at the leaves as a keepsake of the autumn that is ending; do not scatter them, bleak winter wind.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Aki kururu tsukinami wakuru yamagatsu no kokoro urayamu kyō no yūgure
On this evening as autumn ends, I envy the mountain folk, who simply mark the seasons off by the turning of the months.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Oshimedomo kane no oto sae kawaru kana shimo ni ya tsuyu o musubikauran
However I grieve for autumn's passing, even the sound of the temple bell has changed; could it be that the dew is being bound anew into frost?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yomosugara oshige naku fuku arashi kana wazato shigure no somuru kozue o
All night long the storm blows without the least regret, tearing at the treetops that the early winter rain took such pains to dye with autumn color.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nezame suru hito no kokoro o wabishimete shigururu oto wa kanashikarikeri
Leaving the heart of one who lies awake in the night all the more forlorn, how sad is the sound of the falling winter rain.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shimo uzumu mugura ga shita no kirigirisu aru ka naki ka no koe kikoyu nari
Beneath the tangled weeds buried in frost, I hear a cricket's voice, so faint I can hardly tell whether it is there or not.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Michi mo nashi yado wa konoha ni uzumorete madaki sesasuru fuyugomori kana
There is no path left. My dwelling lies buried under fallen leaves, and I am made to begin my winter seclusion before its time.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Konoha chireba tsuki ni kokoro zo arawaruru miyamagakure ni suman to omou ni
Once the leaves have fallen, my heart is laid bare in the moonlight, though I had meant to live hidden away deep in the mountains.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shigure ka to nezame no toko ni kikoyuru wa arashi ni taenu konoha narikeri
What I heard from my bed on waking, thinking it the winter rain, was only the sound of leaves that could not withstand the storm.
Sankashu - Saigyō