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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Kakiho naru ogi no ha soyogi akikaze no fuku naru nae ni kari zo naku naru
The leaves of the reeds by the hedge rustle, and as the autumn wind blows through them, I hear the wild geese crying.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Akikaze ni yama tobikoyuru karigane no iya tōzakari kumogakuretsutsu
Borne on the autumn wind, the wild geese cross over the mountains, drawing ever farther away as they vanish into the clouds.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Hatsukari no hakaze suzushiku naru nae ni tare ka tabine no koromo kaesanu
As the wind from the wings of the first wild geese grows cool, what traveler sleeping away from home would not turn his robe inside out?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Karigane wa kaze ni kioite suguredomo waga matsu hito no kotozute mo nashi
The wild geese pass by, racing the wind, yet they bring no message from the one I am waiting for.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Yokogumo no kaze ni wakaruru shinonome ni yama tobikoyuru hatsukari no koe
At dawn, as the trailing clouds are parted by the wind, I hear the voices of the first wild geese crossing over the mountains.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Saigyō
Shirakumo o tsubasa ni kakete yuku kari no kadota no omo no tomo shitau naru
Carrying the white clouds on their wings as they fly, the wild geese seem to call longingly to their companions on the paddies before the gate.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Saigyō
Ōeyama katabuku tsuki no kage saete tobata no omo ni otsuru karigane
The light of the moon sinking toward Mount Ōe shines cold and clear, and the wild geese descend, crying, to the paddies of Toba.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Murakumo ya kari no hakaze ni harenuran koe kiku sora ni sumeru tsukikage
Have the scattered clouds been swept away by the wind from the wild geese's wings? In the sky where I hear their cries, the moonlight is clear.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Chōe
Fukimayou kumoi o wataru hatsukari no tsubasa ni narasu yomo no akikaze
Crossing a sky where the winds blow wildly, the first wild geese make the autumn wind from every quarter sound against their wings.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei
Akikaze no sode ni fukimaku mine no kumo o tsubasa ni kakete kari mo naku nari
Carrying on their wings the clouds of the peak that the autumn wind swirls about my sleeves, the wild geese too are crying as they go.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Shimo o matsu magaki no kiku no yoi no ma ni oki mayou iro wa yama no ha no tsuki
On the chrysanthemums by the hedge, waiting for frost, a whiteness seems to settle early in the evening—it is the moon on the mountain's rim.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kunaikyo
Kokonoe ni utsuroinu tomo kiku no hana moto no magaki o omoi wasuru na
Though you move to the ninefold palace and your color changes, O chrysanthemum, do not forget the hedge where you once grew.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Wife of the Hanazono Minister of the Left
Ima yori wa mata saku hana mo naki mono o itaku na oki so kiku no ue no tsuyu
From now on there will be no more flowers to bloom, so do not lie too heavily, O dew upon the chrysanthemums.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sadayori
Akikaze ni shioruru nobe no hana yori mo mushi no ne itaku karenikeru kana
Even more than the flowers of the field drooping in the autumn wind, the voices of the insects have grown withered and hoarse.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Prince Tomohira
Nezame suru sode sae samuku aki no yo no arashi fuku nari matsumushi no koe
Awake in the night, even my sleeves feel cold; the storm wind of the autumn night seems to be blowing, and with it, the voice of the pine cricket.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ōe no Yoshitoki
Aki o hete aware mo tsuyu mo fukakusa no sato tou mono wa uzura narikeri
Autumn after autumn, sorrow and dew have grown deep at Fukakusa, and the only visitors to that village are the quail.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien