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- Kinkaishu
Ware yue ni nururu ni wa araji karagoromo yamaji no koke no tsuyu ni zo aramashi
Your sleeves are surely not wet with tears for my sake; that fine robe of yours must have been soaked by the dew on the moss of the mountain paths.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Okuyama no koke no koromo ni oku tsuyu wa namida no ame no shizuku narikeri
The dew that settles on the moss robes of those in the deep mountains is the dripping of a rain of tears.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Suzukake no koke originu no furugoromo oku mo kono moto kitsutsu narekemu
That old ascetic's robe, as if woven of moss, they must have worn as they came again and again, deep in the mountains and beneath the trees, until it grew soft and familiar.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ikukaeri yukiki no mine no somikakuda suzukakegoromo kitsutsu narekemu
How many times, on the peaks where they came and went, must they have worn their coarse ascetic robes until they grew soft and familiar?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kamikaze ya Asahi no miya no miyautsushi kage nodoka naru yo ni koso arikere
The shrine of the morning sun at Ise has been rebuilt and renewed, and this is an age on which its divine light shines in tranquillity.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Koishi to mo omowade ikaga hisakata no amateru kami mo sora ni shiruramu
How could I not long for you? Surely the god who shines in the far heavens knows it from the sky above.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Inishie no kamiyo no kage zo nokorikeru ama no iwato no akegata no tsuki
The light of the ancient age of the gods still lingers here, in the moon at dawn, as when the Rock Door of heaven was opened.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tsuki sayuru Mimosusogawa no soko kiyomi izure no yo ni ka sumihajimekemu
In the cold, clear moonlight, the Mimosuso River is pure to its very bed; in what age, I wonder, did it first become so clear and the god first come to dwell here?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yaoyorozu yomo no kamitachi atsumareri Takama no hara ni chigi takaku shite
The eight hundred myriad gods of the four quarters have gathered on the High Plain of Heaven, its shrine's crossed beams rising high.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Otokoyama kami ni zo nusa o tamuketsuru yaoyorozuyo mo kimi ga manimani
I have offered sacred streamers to the god of Mount Otoko, praying that for eight hundred myriad ages all may be as my lord wills.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yawatayama kodakaki matsu no tane shi areba chitose no nochi mo taeji to zo omou
Because the tall pines of Mount Yawata have their seed, I believe they will not die out even a thousand years from now.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tsurugaoka aogite mireba mine no matsu kozue haruka ni yuki zo tsumoreru
When I look up at Tsurugaoka, I see the snow piled high on the topmost branches of the pines on the peak.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yawatayama kodakaki matsu ni iru tazu no hane shirotae ni yuki wa furitsutsu
On Mount Yawata a crane perches in the tall pines, and the snow keeps falling until its wings are purest white.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Chihayaburu Mitarashigawa no soko kiyomi nodoka ni tsuki no kage wa sumikeri
The sacred Mitarashi River is so clear to its bed that the light of the moon shines in it, calm and serene.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tachiyoreba koromode suzushi Mitarashi ya kage miru kishi no haru no kawanami
When I stop beside it, my sleeves feel cool. O Mitarashi River, the spring waves along the bank where I see my reflection!
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Aoigusa kazura ni kakete chihayaburu Kamo no matsuri o neru ya ta ga ko zo
With hollyhock leaves wound into his hair, who is that young man parading in the procession of the sacred Kamo festival?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo