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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Haru goto ni kokoro o shimuru hana no e ni taga naozari no sode ka furetsuru
Every spring my heart has been dyed into these flowering branches; and whose idle sleeve, I wonder, is it that has brushed them?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Daini no Sanmi
Ume chirasu kaze mo koete ya fukitsuramu kaoreru yuki no sode ni midaruru
Has the wind that scatters the plum come over the hedge to blow here? This snow that falls in confusion on my sleeve carries a fragrance.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Mother of Prince Yasusuke
Tomeko kashi ume sakari naru waga yado o utoki mo hito wa ori ni koso yore
Come and look for me, at this house of mine where the plum is at its height; whether people are distant or not is only a matter of the season.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Saigyo
Nagametsuru kyō wa mukashi ni narinu tomo nokiba no ume wa ware o wasuru na
Though this day I have spent looking at you should become a thing of the past, plum at my eaves, do not forget me.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Chirinureba nioi bakari o ume no hana ari to ya sode ni harukaze no fuku
The blossom has fallen and only the scent remains; and as though the flowers were still on the tree, the spring wind keeps blowing it across my sleeve.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ariie
Hitori nomi nagamete chirinu ume no hana shiru bakari naru hito wa toi kozu
I looked at them alone, and they fell: the plum blossoms. No one who could have appreciated them ever came.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Hachijoin no Takakura
Teri mo sezu kumori mo hatenu haru no yo no oborozukiyo ni shiku mono zo naki
It neither shines out nor clouds over entirely: nothing can equal the misted moon of a spring night.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Oe no Chisato
Asamidori hana mo hitotsu ni kasumitsutsu oboro ni miyuru haru no yo no tsuki
The pale green and the blossom haze together into one, and dimly through it shows the moon of a spring night.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sugawara no Takasue no Musume
Naniwagata kasumanu nami mo kasumikeri utsuru mo kumoru oborozukiyo ni
At Naniwa bay even the waves, which ought not to haze, have hazed: on a night when the moon is veiled, the water that reflects it clouds as well.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Tomochika
Ima wa tote tanomu no kari mo uchiwabinu oborozukiyo no akebono no sora
Now it is time, they seem to say, and the geese of the rice fields cry out forlornly under the veiled moon in the dawn sky.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Jakuren
Kiku hito zo namida wa otsuru kaeru kari nakite yuku naru akebono no sora
It is those who hear them whose tears fall: the geese are going home, crying as they go, somewhere in the sky at daybreak.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Furusato ni kaeru karigane sayo fukete kumoji ni mayou koe kikoyu nari
The geese are going home, and as the night deepens their voices can be heard, astray somewhere on the roads of cloud.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Wasuru na yo tanomu no sawa o tatsu kari mo inaba no kaze no aki no yūgure
Do not forget, you geese rising from the marsh by the rice fields: the wind in the rice leaves, the evenings of autumn.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Kaeru kari ima wa no kokoro ariake ni tsuki to hana to no na koso oshikere
The geese depart with the thought that this is the end, and in the light of the lingering moon it is the names of moon and blossom that I find hard to give up.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Shimo mayou sora ni shioreshi karigane no kaeru tsubasa ni harusame zo furu
In a sky of drifting frost they hung heavy; and now the spring rain falls on the wings of the geese as they go home.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Tsukuzuku to haru no nagame no sabishiki wa shinobu ni tsutau noki no tamamizu
What is loneliest, as I sit gazing through the long spring rain, is the water running down the fern at the eaves, drop by shining drop.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Gyokei