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- Sankashu
Tatsutahime someshi kozue no chiru ori wa kurenai arau yamakawa no mizu
When the treetop leaves dyed by the goddess Tatsutahime fall, the water of the mountain stream seems to be washing out their crimson.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Arashi haku niwa no konoha no oshiki kana makoto no chiri ni narinu to omoeba
How sad, the garden leaves the storm wind sweeps away, when I think that they have become nothing but true dust.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yamaoroshi no tsuki ni konoha o fukikakete hikari ni magau kage o miru kana
The wind blowing down from the mountain flings the leaves toward the moon, and I watch their shadows mingle with its light until I cannot tell them apart.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kogarashi ni mine no konoha ya taguuran murago ni miyuru taki no shiraito
Have the leaves of the peak come tumbling down together with the withering wind? The white threads of the waterfall look dappled, dyed dark in some places and pale in others.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yado kakou hahaso no shiba no shigure sae shitaite somuru hatsushigure kana
Even the rain that falls on the oak brushwood fencing my dwelling seems to come seeking it out and dyes it: such is the first rain of winter.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Onozukara oto suru hito zo nakarikeru yamameguri suru shigure narade wa
No one, even by chance, has come to call on me, except the winter rain that makes its rounds from mountain to mountain.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Azumaya no amari ni mo furu shigure kana tare ka wa shiranu kaminazuki to wa
How the winter rain pours down, far too much, off the very edge of the cottage eaves. Who could fail to know that this is the tenth month, the godless month?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Momiji yoru ajiro no nuno no iro somete hio kukuri to wa mienu narikeri
Where the autumn leaves drift up against it, the fish weir is dyed like a length of cloth, and no longer looks like a trap for catching icefish.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kakikomeshi susono no susuki shimogarete sabishisa masaru shiba no io kana
The pampas grass of the foothills that once hedged it in has withered in the frost, and the loneliness of my brushwood hut grows all the deeper.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Samazama ni hana sakikeri to mishi nobe no onaji iro ni mo shimogarenikeri
The meadow where I once saw flowers blooming in so many colors has now withered in the frost, all to one same color.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Wakekaneshi sode ni tsuyu oba todomeokite shimo ni kuchinuru Mano no hagihara
The bush-clover field of Mano, once so thick I could barely push through it, left its dew lingering on my sleeves, while it has itself withered away in the frost.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shimo kazuku kareno no kusa no sabishiki ni izuku wa hito no kokoro tomuran
The grasses of the withered moor, capped with frost, are so desolate; where, I wonder, could anyone let the heart linger here?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shimogarete moroku kudakuru ogi no ha o araku wakunaru kaze no oto kana
Through the leaves of the reeds, withered by the frost and crumbling at a touch, I hear the wind roughly forcing its way.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Naniwae no migiwa no ashi ni shimo saete urakaze samuki asaborake kana
On the reeds at the water's edge of Naniwa Bay the frost lies frozen, and the wind off the inlet blows cold in the first faint light of dawn.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tama kakeshi hana no sugata mo otoroete shimo o itadaku ominaeshi kana
Its flowers, once hung with jewels of dew, have faded, and now the maiden flower wears the frost upon its head.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yamazakura hatsuyuki fureba sakinikeri Yoshino wa sato ni fuyugomoredomo
When the first snow falls, the mountain cherries have burst into bloom, even though in Yoshino the village is shut in for the winter.
Sankashu - Saigyō