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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Yuku aki no katami narubeki momijiba wa asu wa shigure to furi ya magawan
The autumn leaves that should be keepsakes of the departing season—will they tomorrow fall so thick they cannot be told from the showers?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanemune
Uchimurete chiru momijiba o tazunureba yamaji yori koso aki wa yukikere
When we went together in search of the scattering autumn leaves, we found that it is along the mountain paths that autumn takes its leave.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintō
Natsukusa no karisome ni tote koshi yado mo naniwa no ura ni aki zo kurenuru
I came to this lodging thinking it would be only for a short while, like summer grass cut down, yet here on the shore of Naniwa, autumn has drawn to its end.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Nōin
Kaku shitsutsu kurenuru aki to oinuredo shikasuga ni nao mono zo kanashiki
Living on like this, I have grown old along with the autumns that come to their close—and yet, even so, things still fill me with sorrow.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Nōin
Mi ni kaete iza sa wa aki o oshimimin sarade mo moroki tsuyu no inochi o
Come, let me mourn the autumn even at the cost of my life—for even without that, my life is as fragile as dew.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Cloistered Prince Shukaku
Nabete yo no oshisa ni soete oshimu kana aki yori nochi no aki no kagiri o
Adding to the regret the whole world feels, I mourn once more the end of the autumn that came after autumn—the close of the intercalary Ninth Month.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Former Chancellor
Okiakasu aki no wakare no sode no tsuyu shimo koso musube fuyu ya kinuran
I stayed awake all night grieving at my parting from the departing autumn, and the dew of tears that settled on my sleeve has now hardened into frost. Has winter come at last?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Kannazuki kaze ni momiji no chiru toki wa sokowaka to naku mono zo kanashiki
In the Godless Month, when the autumn leaves are scattered by the wind, a sorrow I cannot trace to any cause settles over everything.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takamitsu
Natorigawa yanase no nami zo sawagu naru momiji ya itodo yorite sekuran
I hear the waves roaring at the fish weir on the Natori River. Could it be that the crimson leaves have gathered ever more thickly there, damming up the flow?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Shigeyuki
Ikadashi yo mate kototowan minakami wa ikabakari fuku yama no arashi zo
Raftsman, wait—let me ask you something. Up at the head of this river, how fiercely must the storm wind be blowing through the mountains?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukemune
Chirikakaru momiji nagarenu ōigawa izure iseki no mizu no shigarami
On the Ōi River the crimson leaves that fall upon it do not flow away but linger. Which is the true weir, and which the brushwood barrier holding back the water?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Takasebune shibuku bakari ni momijiba no nagarete kudaru ōigawa kana
How the crimson leaves flow down the Ōi River, so thick that even the flat-bottomed river boats can scarcely make their way!
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietsune
Hi kurureba au hito mo nashi masaki chiru mine no arashi no oto bakari shite
Once the day has darkened, there is no one left to meet on the mountain path—only the sound of the storm wind on the peak, scattering the leaves of the masaki vine.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Onozukara oto suru mono wa niwa no omo ni konoha fukimaku tani no yūkaze
The only thing that stirs a sound of its own accord is the evening wind from the valley, swirling the fallen leaves across the garden.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kiyosuke
Konoha chiru yado ni katashiku sode no iro o ari tomo shirade yuku arashi kana
At my lodge where the leaves are falling, I sleep alone on a single spread sleeve, stained crimson with tears—and the storm wind passes on, never knowing that such a color lies here too.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Konoha chiru shigure ya magau waga sode ni moroki namida no iro to miru made
Are the falling leaves mingling with the winter showers? Upon my sleeve they seem to take on the very color of my tears, which spill so easily.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michitomo