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- Sankashu
Karakoromo tachihanarenishi mama naraba kasanete mono wa omowazaramashi
Had we stayed apart, as cloth once cut for a Chinese robe, I would not now be brooding over love a second time, layer upon layer.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shizu no me ga suso toru ito ni tsuyu soite omoi ni tagau koi mo suru kana
Like the thread a humble woman spins, gone damp with dew and refusing to go as she wishes, mine is a love that runs against all my desires.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Oraba ya to nani omowamashi ume no hana natsukashikaranu nioi nariseba
Why would I ever wish to break off a branch, plum blossoms, if your fragrance were not so alluring?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yukizuri ni hitoeda orishi umegaka no fukaku mo sode ni shiminikeru kana
I broke off a single branch only in passing, yet how deeply the scent of the plum has soaked into my sleeves!
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tsure mo naki hito ni miseba ya sakurabana kaze ni shitagau kokoroyowasa o
How I wish I could show my cold beloved, cherry blossoms, the weakness of heart with which you yield to the wind.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hana o miru kokoro wa yoso ni hedatarite mi ni tsukitaru wa kimi ga omokage
My heart, meant to be gazing at the blossoms, has drifted far from them, and what clings close to me is only the image of you.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hagakure ni chiritodomareru hana nomi zo shinobishi hito ni au kokochi suru
Only the blossoms left unscattered, hidden among the leaves, make me feel as though I were meeting the one I loved in secret.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tsure mo naku taenishi hito o karigane no kaeru kokoro to omowamashikaba
If only I could think that the one who so coldly broke off with me had the heart of the wild geese, which leave in spring yet come back again.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kuchite tada shioreba yoshi ya waga sode mo hagi no shizue no tsuyu ni yosoete
If my sleeves simply rot away and wilt, so be it; I will liken them to the lower branches of the bush clover drooping with dew.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tsuma koite hitome tsutsumanu shika no ne mo urayamu sode no misao naru ka wa
My sleeves envy even the stag that cries for its mate without a care for who may hear; how could they stay dry and composed?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hitokata ni midaru tomo naki waga koi ya kaze sadamaranu nobe no karukaya
My love is not tangled in one direction alone, but like the kaya grass in the fields, blown every way by a wind that never settles.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yūgiri no hedate naku koso omōyure kakurete kimi ga awanu narikeri
There seems to be no evening mist between us at all, yet it turns out that you are hiding yourself and will not meet me.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Waga namida shigure no ame ni taguebaya momiji no iro no sode ni magaeru
I would liken my tears to the early winter rain, for my sleeves are dyed until they could be mistaken for the color of autumn leaves.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Asa goto ni koe o todomuru kaze no oto wa yo o hete kakaru hito no kokoro ka
The wind that falls more silent with each morning, is it like your heart, which grows this way as the nights go by?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Haru o matsu Suwa no watari mo aru mono o itsu o kagiri ni subeki tsurara zo
Even the ice crossing on Lake Suwa waits for spring to melt, yet when will the ice of my love ever come to an end?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Waga sode no namida kakaru to nurete are na urayamashiki wa ike no oshidori
Stay wet as though my tears had splashed you, for it is you I envy, mandarin ducks on the pond.
Sankashu - Saigyō