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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Tsu no kuni no naniwa no haru wa yume nare ya ashi no kareha ni kaze wataru nari
In the land of Tsu, was that springtime at Naniwa only a dream? Now I hear the wind passing over the withered leaves of the reeds.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Saigyō
Fuyu fukaku narinikerashi na naniwae no aoba majiranu ashi no muradachi
Winter must have grown deep, for in the clumps of reeds standing at Naniwa Inlet not a single green leaf remains among them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Narimichi
Sabishisa ni taetaru hito no mata mo are na iori naraben fuyu no yamazato
If only there were someone else who could bear this loneliness as I do—we would build our huts side by side here in the winter mountain village.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Saigyō
Azumaji no michi no fuyukusa shigeriaite ato dani mienu wasuremizu kana
On the road to the eastern provinces the winter grasses have grown so thick that not even a trace can be seen of the forgotten stream.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Mother of Prince Yasusuke
Mukashi omou sayo no nezame no toko saete namida mo kōru sode no ue kana
Waking in the night as I think of the past, I find my bed grown chill, and even the tears on my sleeve are freezing.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Cloistered Prince Shukaku
Tachinururu yama no shizuku mo oto taete maki no shitaba ni taruhi shinikeri
The dripping of the mountain trees that once soaked those who stood waiting has fallen silent, for on the lower leaves of the maki the drops now hang as icicles.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Cloistered Prince Shukaku
Katsu kōri katsu wa kudakuru yamagawa no iwama ni musebu akatsuki no koe
Freezing even as it breaks apart again, the mountain stream chokes and sobs among the rocks—such is its voice in the hour before dawn.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Kiekaeri iwama ni mayou mizu no awa no shibashi yado karu usugōri kana
The foam on the water, vanishing and forming again as it wanders among the rocks, finds a lodging for a little while in the thin ice.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Makura ni mo sode ni mo namida tsurara ite musubanu yume o tou arashi kana
On my pillow and on my sleeves my tears have frozen into ice, and the storm wind comes calling upon dreams that I cannot even begin to dream.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Minakami ya taedae kōru iwama yori kiyotakigawa ni nokoru shiranami
Up at the source the ice has formed in patches among the rocks, and from between them the white waves still flow on down the Kiyotaki River.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Katashiki no sode no kōri mo musubohore tokete nenu yo no yume zo mijikaki
The ice on the single sleeve I spread to sleep alone is bound up hard, and on nights when I cannot ease into sleep, how short my dreams are!
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Hashihime no katashikigoromo samushiro ni matsu yo munashiki uji no akebono
The Lady of the Bridge has spread her single robe on the narrow mat, but her night of waiting has passed in vain, and dawn breaks over Uji.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Ajirogi ni isayou nami no oto fukete hitori ya nenuru uji no hashihime
As the night grows late, the waves lingering against the stakes of the fish weir sound on and on—is she sleeping all alone, the Lady of Uji Bridge?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Miru mama ni fuyu wa kinikeri kamo no iru irie no migiwa usugōritsutsu
Even as I watch, winter has arrived: along the shore of the inlet where the wild ducks rest, thin ice is slowly forming.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Shiga no ura ya tōzakariyuku namima yori kōrite izuru ariake no tsuki
At Shiga Bay, from between the waves drawing ever farther from the freezing shore, the dawn moon rises as if frozen itself.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Hitori miru ike no kōri ni sumu tsuki no yagate sode ni mo utsurinuru kana
The moon I gaze at alone, shining clear on the ice of the pond, has come before I knew it to shine upon my sleeve as well.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei