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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Ubatama no yo no fukeyukeba hisagi ouru kiyoki kawara ni chidori naku nari
As the dark night deepens, I hear the plovers crying on the clear river shallows where the hisagi trees grow.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Yamabe no Akahito
Yukusaki wa sayo fukenuredo chidori naku saho no kawara wa sugiukarikeri
The night has grown late on the road ahead, and yet the Saho river shallows, where the plovers are crying, are hard to leave behind.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ise no Taifu
Yū sareba shiokaze koshite michinoku no noda no tamagawa chidori naku nari
When evening comes and the wind from the sea blows across, I hear plovers crying at the Jewel River of Noda in far Michinoku.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Nōin
Shiranami ni hane uchikawashi hamachidori kanashiki koe wa yoru no hitokoe
The beach plovers fly wing to wing over the white waves, but the cry that sounds most sorrowful is the single call heard in the night.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Shigeyuki
Yūnagi ni towataru chidori namima yori miyuru kojima no kumo ni kienuru
In the stillness of evening, the plovers crossing the strait have vanished into the clouds hanging over a little island seen between the waves.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanesada
Urakaze ni fukiage no hama no hamachidori nami tachikurashi yowa ni naku nari
On the beach of Fukiage, where the wind off the bay blows the sand high, the plovers are crying at midnight—the waves must be rising and rolling in.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Lady Kii of Princess Yushi's Household
Tsuki zo sumu tare ka wa koko ni kinokuni ya fukiage no chidori hitori naku nari
The moon shines clear, yet who would come here? No one. On the beach of Fukiage in the land of Kii, a single plover cries alone.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Sayochidori koe koso chikaku narumigata katabuku tsuki ni shio ya mitsuran
The cries of the night plovers are drawing nearer on the tidal flats of Narumi—is the tide coming in beneath the sinking moon?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sueyoshi
Kaze fukeba yoso ni narumi no kataomoi omowanu nami ni naku chidori kana
When the wind blows, the plovers are driven far from the flats of Narumi; longing for them in a love that is not returned, they cry out at waves that care nothing for them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Hideyoshi
Urabito no himo yūgure ni narumigata kaeru sode yori chidori naku nari
As evening falls upon the shore folk at the flats of Narumi, the cries of plovers rise from about the sleeves of those making their way home.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michiteru
Kaze sayuru toshima ga iso no murachidori tachii wa nami no kokoro narikeri
On the rocky shore of Toshima, where the wind blows chill, the flocks of plovers rise and settle as the waves' own heart would have them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Suetsune
Hakanashi ya satemo ikuyo ka yuku mizu ni kazu kakiwaburu oshi no hitorine
How futile it is! For how many nights, I wonder, has the mandarin duck, sleeping alone, tried in vain to tally its lonely nights, as if writing numbers on flowing water?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatsune
Mizutori no kamo no ukine no ukinagara nami no makura ni ikuyo nenuran
Like the wild ducks that sleep afloat upon the water, I drift in sorrow—how many nights have I slept with the waves for my pillow?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kawachi
Yoshino naru natsumi no kawa no kawayodo ni kamo zo naku naru yamakage ni shite
In Yoshino, in a still pool of the Natsumi River, I hear the wild ducks crying, there in the shadow of the hills.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Prince Yuhara
Neya no ue ni katae sashiōi sotomo naru hahirogashiwa ni arare furu nari
On the broad-leaved oak outside the house, whose one bough spreads over my bedchamber, I hear the hail come pattering down.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Nōin
Sazanami ya shiga no karasaki kaze saete hira no takane ni arare furu nari
At Karasaki in Shiga, by the rippling lake, the wind blows bitterly cold—hail must be falling on the high peaks of Hira.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadamichi