classic waka stream

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Utsuriyuku kumo ni arashi no koe su nari chiru ka masaki no kazuraki no yama

In the drifting clouds I hear the voice of the storm wind. Are the leaves of the masaki vine scattering now on Mount Kazuraki?

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatsune

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Hatsushigure shinobu no yama no momijiba o arashi fuke to wa somezu ya ariken

Surely the first winter showers did not dye the leaves of Mount Shinobu crimson only so that the storm wind might come and blow them away.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Dainagon of Shichijoin

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Shiguretsutsu sode mo hoshiaezu ashihiki no yama no konoha ni arashi fuku koro

The winter showers keep falling, and my sleeves never have time to dry—in these days when the storm wind blows through the leaves of the mountain trees.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Shinano

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Yamazato no kaze susamajiki yūgure ni konoha midarete mono zo kanashiki

At dusk in the mountain village, when the wind blows bleak and cold, the leaves whirl in disarray, and a sorrow settles over everything.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Hideyoshi

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Fuyu no kite yama mo arawa ni konoha furi nokoru matsu sae mine ni sabishiki

Winter has come, and the leaves have fallen until the mountain lies bare; even the pines that remain look lonely upon the peak.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Hafuribe no Narishige

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Karanishiki aki no katami ya tatsutayama chiriaenu eda ni arashi fuku nari

The crimson leaves, like Chinese brocade, are autumn's keepsake—will they be cut away? On Mount Tatsuta I hear the storm wind blowing through the boughs where the leaves have not yet all fallen.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kunaikyo

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Shigure ka to kikeba konoha no furu mono o sore ni mo nururu waga tamoto kana

I listened, thinking it the winter showers, but it was only the leaves falling—and still my sleeves are wet, even from them.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Suketaka

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Toki shimo are fuyu wa hamori no kannazuki mabara ni narinu mori no kashiwagi

Of all times, winter brings the Godless Month, when even the god who guards the leaves is away—and so the oaks in the grove have grown thin and bare.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Keisan

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Itsu no ma ni sora no keshiki no kawaruran hageshiki kesa no kogarashi no kaze

When did the look of the sky change like this, without my noticing? How fiercely it blows this morning—the withering wind of early winter!

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Tsumori no Kunimoto

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Tsuki o matsu takane no kumo wa harenikeri kokoro aru beki hatsushigure kana

The clouds that hung over the high peak where I wait for the moon have cleared. Surely this first winter shower has a heart that understands.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Saigyō

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Kannazuki kigi no konoha wa chirihatete niwa ni zo kaze no oto wa kikoyuru

In the Godless Month, the leaves of all the trees have fallen, and now it is in the garden that the sound of the wind is heard.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kakuchū

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Shiba no to ni irihi no kage wa sashinagara ika ni shigururu yamabe naruran

The light of the setting sun still falls upon my brushwood door—so why is it that winter showers are falling here on the mountainside?

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kiyosuke

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Kumo harete nochi mo shigururu shiba no to ya yamakaze harau matsu no shitatsuyu

Even after the clouds have cleared, showers still fall at my brushwood door—it is the dew on the lower boughs of the pines, swept down by the mountain wind.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takanobu

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Kannazuki shigure fururashi sahoyama no masaki no kazura iro masariyuku

The showers of the Godless Month must be falling, for on Mount Saho the masaki vine grows ever deeper in color.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet

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Kogarashi no oto ni shigure o kikiwakade momiji ni nururu tamoto to zo miru

In the roar of the withering wind I cannot make out the sound of the winter showers, and so I take my wet sleeves to be wet from the crimson leaves.

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Prince Tomohira

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Shigure furu oto wa suredomo kuretake no nado yo to tomo ni iro mo kawaranu

I hear the sound of the winter showers falling, and yet why is it that the bamboo never changes its color, through all the ages?

Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanesuke

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