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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Irihi sasu fumoto no obana uchinabiki taga akikaze ni uzura nakuran
The pampas grass at the foot of the hills bends in the light of the setting sun—in the autumn wind of whose waning love does the quail cry?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michiteru
Ada ni chiru tsuyu no makura ni fushiwabite uzura naku nari toko no yamakaze
Unable to lie at ease on a pillow of fleetingly scattering dew, the quail cries in the mountain wind of Toko.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei
Tou hito mo arashi fukisou aki wa kite konoha ni uzumu yado no michishiba
No one will come to visit now—autumn has arrived with storms blowing ever harder, and the grass along the path to my house lies buried under fallen leaves.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei
Iro kawaru tsuyu oba sode ni oki mayoi uragarete yuku nobe no aki kana
Dew that has changed its color falls in disarray upon my sleeves—autumn in the fields, withering from the tips.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei
Aki fukenu nake ya shimoyo no kirigirisu yaya kage samushi yomogifu no tsuki
Autumn has grown late—cry out, cricket, on this frosty night. Little by little the light grows cold: the moon over the mugwort-choked garden.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Kirigirisu naku ya shimoyo no samushiro ni koromo katashiki hitori ka mo nen
The crickets cry on this frosty night; spreading a single sleeve of my robe on the cold straw mat, must I sleep alone?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Nezame suru nagatsuki no yo no toko samumi kesa fuku kaze ni shimo ya okuran
Awake on a night of the Long Month, my bed is so cold—has frost settled with the wind that blows this morning?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintsugu
Aki fukaki awaji no shima no ariake ni katabuku tsuki o okuru urakaze
At dawn in deep autumn on the island of Awaji, the wind from the bay seems to see off the sinking moon.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Nagatsuki mo iku ariake ni narinuran asaji no tsuki no itodo sabiyuku
How many moonlit dawns has the Long Month already passed? The moon over the sedge grass grows ever more desolate.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Kasasagi no kumo no kakehashi aki kurete yowa ni wa shimo ya saewataruran
Now that autumn is ending, does frost lie cold and white across the bridge the magpies lay among the clouds in the middle of the night?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jakuren
Itsu no ma ni momiji shinuran yamazakura kinō ka hana no chiru o oshimishi
When did you turn red with autumn, mountain cherry? Was it only yesterday that I grieved to see your blossoms fall?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Prince Tomohira
Usugiri no tachimau yama no momijiba wa sayaka naranedo sore to miekeri
On the mountain where a light mist drifts and whirls, the autumn leaves are not clearly seen, yet they can be recognized for what they are.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor Takakura
Kaminabi no mimuro no kozue ika naran nabete no yama mo shigure suru koro
How must the treetops of Mimuro in Kaminabi look now, when even the ordinary hills everywhere are swept by autumn showers?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Hachijoin no Takakura
Suzukagawa fukaki konoha ni hikazu hete yamada no hara no shigure o zo kiku
Days have passed as I made my way through the deep fallen leaves along the Suzuka River, and now on the plain of Yamada I listen to the showers.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Kokoro to ya momiji wa suran tatsutayama matsu wa shigure ni nurenu mono ka wa
Do the trees of Mount Tatsuta turn red of their own will? After all, are the pines not wet by the showers too?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Omou koto nakute zo mimashi momijiba o arashi no yama no fumoto narazu wa
I could gaze upon the autumn leaves free of cares, were this not the foot of Arashiyama, the mountain named for the storm that scatters them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemasa