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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Irihi sasu saho no yamabe no hahasohara kumoranu ame to konoha furitsutsu
In the oak groves on the slopes of Saho, where the evening sun shines, the leaves keep falling like rain from a cloudless sky.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Tatsutayama arashi ya mine ni yowaruran wataranu mizu mo nishiki taekeri
On Mount Tatsuta, has the storm grown weak upon the peak? Though no one has crossed the river, its brocade of leaves has broken off.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kunaikyo
Hahasohara shizuku mo iro ya kawaruran mori no shitakusa aki fukenikeri
In the oak groves, do even the falling drops take on color? The grasses beneath the trees show that autumn has grown deep.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Toki wakanu nami sae iro ni izumigawa hahaso no mori ni arashi fukurashi
Even the waves of the Izumi River, which know no season, show the color of autumn; a storm must be blowing through the Grove of Hahaso.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Furusato wa chiru momijiba ni uzumorete noki no shinobu ni akikaze zo fuku
The old home lies buried under fallen autumn leaves, and through the hare's-foot fern on the eaves the autumn wind is blowing.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Kiri no ha mo fumiwakegataku narinikeri kanarazu hito o matsu to nakeredo
The fallen paulownia leaves have piled so deep they are hard to walk through—though it is not that I am necessarily waiting for anyone.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Hito wa kozu kaze ni konoha wa chirihatete yonayona mushi wa koe yowaru nari
No one comes; the leaves have all been scattered by the wind, and night after night the voices of the insects grow weaker.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Momijiba no iro ni makasete tokiwagi mo kaze ni utsurou aki no yama kana
Yielding to the colors of the autumn leaves, even the evergreens seem to change in the wind—such is the mountain in autumn.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintsugu
Tsuyushigure moruyama kage no shitamomiji nuru tomo oran aki no katami ni
Though I be drenched, I will break off the red lower leaves in the shade of Moruyama, where dew and showers leak through, as a keepsake of autumn.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Matsu ni hau masa no ha kazura chirinikeri toyama no aki wa kaze susaburan
The vines climbing the pines have shed their leaves; in the autumn of the nearby hills, the wind must be raging.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Saigyō
Uzura naku katano ni tateru haji momiji chirinu bakari ni akikaze zo fuku
On the moor of Katano, where quail cry, the autumn wind blows so hard that the red leaves of the wax tree seem about to scatter.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Chikataka
Chirikakaru momiji no iro wa fukakeredo watareba nigoru yamakawa no mizu
The color of the scattering autumn leaves is deep, yet when one crosses, the mountain stream turns cloudy.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Nijoin no Sanuki
Asukagawa momijiba nagaru katsuragi no yama no akikaze fuki zo shikurashi
Autumn leaves are flowing down the Asuka River; the autumn wind must be blowing hard and without cease on Mount Katsuragi.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Asukagawa seze ni nami yoru kurenai ya katsuragiyama no kogarashi no kaze
Crimson washes up with the waves in every rapid of the Asuka River—borne there by the withering wind from Mount Katsuragi.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nagakata
Momijiba o sa koso arashi no harau rame kono yamamoto mo ame to furu nari
Surely the storm is sweeping away the autumn leaves at Arashiyama, as its name suggests; here too, at the foot of this mountain, they fall like rain.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintsune
Tatsutahime imawa no koro no akikaze ni shigure o isogu hito no sode kana
In the autumn wind blowing at the hour of the goddess Tatsuta's parting, people's sleeves are wet with tears even before the winter showers come.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune