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Tayumitsutsu sori no hayao mo tsukenaku ni tsumorinikeri na Koshi no shirayuki
While people grew careless and had not even tied the hauling ropes to their sledges, how deep it has piled up already, the white snow of the northern land of Koshi.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Furu yuki ni shiorishi shiba mo uzumorete omowanu yama ni fuyugomorinuru
The twigs I broke to mark my way are buried in the falling snow, and I find myself shut in for the winter on a mountain I never expected.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yuki fukaku uzumitekeri na kimi ku ya to momiji no nishiki shikishi yamaji o
How deeply the snow has buried it, the mountain path I spread with a brocade of autumn leaves, wondering whether you would come.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Waga yado ni niwa yori hoka no michi mogana toikon hito no ato tsukede min
If only there were some other way to my house than through the garden, so that I could gaze on the snow without the footprints of whoever comes to call.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hito koba to omoite yuki o miru hodo ni shika ato tsukuru koto mo arikeri
While I gazed at the snow, thinking 'if someone should come', a deer came and left its tracks, just as I feared; so such things too can happen.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ato tomuru koma no yukue wa sa mo araba are ureshiku kimi ni yuki ni ainuru
Wherever the horse leaving its tracks may go, let it go as it will; how happy I am to have met you on my way through the snow.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yuki uzumu sono no kuretake orefushite negura motomuru murasuzume kana
The bamboo in the garden, buried in snow, has broken and fallen flat, and a flock of sparrows flutters about seeking a place to roost.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ura kaesu omi no koromo to miyuru kana take no ureba ni fureru shirayuki
It looks just like a robe of ritual purity turned inside out: the white snow that has fallen on the tips of the bamboo leaves.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tamagaki wa ake mo midori mo uzumorete yuki omoshiroki Matsu no o no yama
The vermilion of the sacred fences and the green of the pines are all buried under the snow, and how delightful the snowscape on the hill of Matsunoo.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nani to naku kururu shizuri no oto made mo yuki aware naru Fukakusa no sato
For no particular reason, as the day darkens, even the sound of snow slipping from the branches makes the snow so deeply moving in the village of Fukakusa.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yuki fureba noji mo yamaji mo uzumorete ochikochi shiranu tabi no sora kana
When the snow falls, the paths through the fields and through the mountains are all buried, and under the sky of my journey I can no longer tell what is far and what is near.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Aone yama koke no mushiro no ue ni shiku yuki wa Shirane no kokochi koso sure
The snow spread over the matting of moss on Mount Aone, the Blue Peak, makes it feel like a white snow-capped summit.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Unohana no kokochi koso sure yamazato no kakine no shiba o uzumu shirayuki
It feels as though the deutzia were in bloom: the white snow burying the brushwood fence of the mountain village.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ori naranu meguri no kaki no unohana o ureshiku yuki no sakasetsuru kana
Though it is not their season, the snow has gladly made the deutzia bloom along the fence around my dwelling.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Toe na kimi yūgure ni naru niwa no yuki o ato naki yori wa aware naramashi
Do come to visit me. The snow in my garden, as evening falls, would be far more moving bearing your footprints than lying without a trace.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Seto wataru tananashi obune kokoro seyo arare midaruru shimaki yokogiru
You little open boat crossing the strait, take care! A squall sweeps across the sea, with hail flying wild.
Sankashu - Saigyō