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- Kinyo Wakashu
Chiritsumoru niwa o zo mimashi sakurabana kaze yori saki ni tazunezariseba
Had I not come to seek the cherry blossoms before the wind did, I would have seen only a garden heaped with fallen petals.
Yamazakura sakisomeshi yori hisakata no kumoi ni miyuru taki no shiraito
Ever since the mountain cherries began to bloom, the white threads of a waterfall can be seen up among the clouds of the far-off sky.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Hatsuseyama kumoi ni hana no sakinureba ama no kawanami tatsu ka to zo miru
Since the blossoms have bloomed high among the clouds of Mount Hatsuse, it seems to me that waves are rising on the River of Heaven.
Kinyo Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Yoshinoyama mine ni nami yoru shirakumo to miyuru wa hana no kozue nari keri
What looked like white clouds surging like waves against the peaks of Mount Yoshino were, I now see, the treetops of the cherry blossoms.
Harugoto ni akanu nioi o sakurabana ika naru kaze no oshimazaruramu
Every spring the cherry blossoms show a beauty one never tires of; what kind of wind is it that scatters them without regret?
Yoso nite wa oshimi ni kitsuru hana naredo orade wa e koso kaerumajikere
I came here from afar regretting that these blossoms should fall, and yet now I can hardly go home without breaking off a branch.
Kinyo Wakashu - Gyōson
Harusame ni nurete tazunemu yamazakura kumo no kaeshi no arashi mo zo fuku
Even in the spring rain I will go, drenched as I may be, to seek the mountain cherries, for fear that the gale that drives the clouds away may blow.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yorimune
Tsukikage ni hana miru yowa no ukigumo wa kaze no tsurasa ni otorazari keri
On a night when I view the blossoms by moonlight, the drifting clouds that hide the moon are no less cruel than the wind that scatters the flowers.
Kinyo Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Hana sasou arashi ya mine o wataruramu sakura namiyoru tanigawa no mizu
Is the gale that lures the blossoms away sweeping across the peaks? Cherry petals, lined up like waves, come drifting on the valley stream.
Kesa mireba yowa no arashi ni chirihatete niwa koso hana no sakari nari kere
Looking out this morning, I find that the night's gale has scattered every blossom; now it is the garden that is in full flower.
Kozue ni wa fuku tomo miede sakurabana kaoru zo kaze no shirushi narikeru
On the treetops there is no sign of the wind blowing, yet the fragrance of the cherry blossoms is the proof that it is there.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Harugoto ni onaji sakura no hana nareba oshimu kokoro mo kawarazari keri
Since every spring they are the very same cherry blossoms, the heart that grieves to see them go never changes either.
Urayamashi ika ni fukeba ka harukaze no hana o kokoro ni makasesomekemu
How I envy it! By blowing in what way did the spring wind first come to have the blossoms at its will?
Minakami ni hana ya chiruramu yamakawa no ikui ni itodo kakaru shiranami
Are the blossoms falling far upstream? On the stakes of the mountain stream, more and more white waves are breaking.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Mizu no omo ni chiritsumu hana o miru toki zo hajimete kaze wa ureshikarikeru
It is when I see the blossoms heaped upon the surface of the water that for the first time the wind brings me joy.
Chirikakaru keshiki wa yuki no kokochi shite hana ni wa sode no nurenu nari keri
The way they scatter down feels just like falling snow, and yet I find the blossoms never wet my sleeves.