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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Shimo musubu sode no katashiki uchitokete nenu yo no tsuki no kage zo samukeki
Sleeping alone on a single spread sleeve where the frost has bound hard, I cannot ease into sleep; on this sleepless night, how cold the moonlight is!
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michitomo
Kage tomeshi tsuyu no yadori o omoiidete shimo ni ato tou asajiu no tsuki
Remembering the dewdrops where it once lodged its light, the moon over the field of low reeds now comes seeking their traces in the frost.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatsune
Katashiki no sode o ya shimo ni kasanuran tsuki ni yogaruru uji no hashihime
Does she lay the frost upon the single sleeve she spreads to sleep alone—the Lady of Uji Bridge, whom no one visits even on moonlit nights?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kōsei
Natsugari no ogi no furue wa karenikeri mureishi tori wa sora ni ya aruran
The old stalks of the reeds cut back in summer have withered away. The birds that used to flock among them—are they out somewhere in the sky now?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Shigeyuki
Sayo fukete koe sae samuki ashitazu wa ikue no shimo ka okimasaruran
The night has grown late, and even the cries of the cranes among the reeds sound cold—how many layers of frost must be settling upon them?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Michinobu
Fuyu no yo no nagaki o okuru sode nurenu akatsukigata no yomo no arashi ni
Passing the long hours of the winter night, my sleeves have grown wet—in the hour before dawn, with storm winds blowing from every side.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Sasa no ha wa miyama mo saya ni uchisoyogi kōreru shimo o fuku arashi kana
The leaves of the bamboo grass rustle until the whole of the deep mountains rings, as the storm wind blows across the frost frozen upon them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Kimi kozu wa hitori ya nenan sasa no ha no miyama mo soyo ni sayagu shimoyo o
If you do not come, must I sleep alone through this frosty night, while the bamboo grass rustles all through the deep mountains?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kiyosuke
Shimogare wa soko tomo mienu kusa no hara tare ni towamashi aki no nagori o
Withered by the frost, this field of grass no longer shows where anything once was. Whom shall I ask about what remains of autumn?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Shunzei's Daughter
Shimo sayuru yamada no kuro no murasusuki karu hito nashimi nokoru koro kana
On the ridges between the mountain rice fields, where the frost lies chill, the clumps of pampas grass remain uncut these days, for there is no one left to cut them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Kusa no ue ni kokora tamaishi shiratsuyu o shitaba no shimo to musubu fuyu kana
The white dew that once lay in countless jewels upon the grasses, winter now binds into frost on the lower leaves.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Kasasagi no wataseru hashi ni oku shimo no shiroki o mireba yo zo fukenikeru
When I see how white the frost lies on the bridge the magpies spread across the sky, I know the night has grown late.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Shiguretsutsu kareyuku nobe no hana nareba shimo no magaki ni niou iro kana
As the winter showers fall, the flowers of the fields wither one by one—and so, how brightly this color glows upon the frost-covered fence!
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Emperor Daigo
Kiku no hana taorite wa miji hatsushimo no okinagara koso iro masarikere
I will not pluck the chrysanthemums to look at them, for it is with the first frost still lying upon them that their color is at its finest.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanesuke
Kage sae ni ima wa to kiku no utsurou wa nami no soko ni mo shimo ya okuran
Even the reflections of the chrysanthemums fade, as if to say their time has come—has the frost settled even beneath the waves?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sakanoue no Koreyuki
Nobe mireba obana ga moto no omoigusa kareyuku fuyu ni nari zo shinikeru
As I look over the fields, I see that it has become winter, when even the brooding-grass beneath the plumed pampas withers away.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Izumi Shikibu