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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Yume kayou michi sae taenu kuretake no fushimi no sato no yuki no shitaore
Even the road that runs through my dreams has been cut off—here at Fushimi, where the bamboo snaps beneath the weight of snow.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ariie
Furu yuki ni taku mo no keburi kakitaete sabishiku mo aru ka shiogama no ura
In the falling snow the smoke from the seaweed fires has died away completely—how desolate the Bay of Shiogama has become!
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kujō Kanezane
Tago no ura ni uchiidete mireba shirotae no fuji no takane ni yuki wa furitsutsu
Coming out onto the shore of Tago, I look out and see the snow falling on and on over the pure white peak of Mount Fuji.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Yamabe no Akahito
Yuki nomi ya furinu to omou yamazato ni ware mo ōku no toshi zo tsumoreru
Do you think it is only the snow that has fallen and piled up? Here in this mountain village, many years have piled up on me as well, and I have grown old.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Yuki fureba mine no masakaki uzumorete tsuki ni migakeru ama no kaguyama
When the snow falls, the sacred sakaki trees on the summit lie buried, and Heavenly Mount Kagu gleams as if polished by the moonlight.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Kakikumori amagiru yuki no furusato o tsumoranu saki ni tou hito mo gana
The sky has clouded over and the snow blurs the air as it falls on this old village—if only someone would come to call before it piles up deep.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kojiju
Niwa no yuki ni waga ato tsukete idetsuru o towarenikeri to hito ya miruran
I left my own footprints in the garden snow as I went out—will people see them and think that someone has come to visit me?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Nagamureba waga yama no ha ni yuki shiroshi miyako no hito yo aware tomo miyo
As I gaze out, the snow lies white along the ridge of my mountain—you people of the capital, look upon it with a feeling heart.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Fuyukusa no karenishi hito no imasara ni yuki fumiwakete mien mono ka wa
Like the winter grass, that person has withered away from my life—would such a one come treading through the snow to see me now? Surely not.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Tazunekite michi wakewaburu hito mo araji ikue mo tsumore niwa no shirayuki
No one will come seeking me here, struggling to force a way through the drifts—so pile up, layer upon layer, white snow of my garden.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jakuzen
Kono goro wa hana mo momiji mo eda ni nashi shibashi na kie so matsu no shirayuki
These days there are neither blossoms nor crimson leaves left on the branches—so do not melt away just yet, white snow upon the pines.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Kusa mo ki mo furimagaetaru yukimoyo ni haru matsu ume no hana no ka zo suru
In the thick of the falling snow, where grass and trees can no longer be told apart, there comes the scent of plum blossoms waiting for spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michitomo
Mikari suru katano no mino ni furu arare anakama madaki tori mo koso tate
Hail pattering down on the royal hunting fields of Katano—hush now! The birds may take flight before the time has come.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Emperor Sutoku
Mikari su to todachi no hara o asaritsutsu katano no nobe ni kyō mo kurashitsu
Out on the royal hunt, searching the fields where the birds rise up, I have spent yet another whole day on the moors of Katano.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadamichi
Mikarino wa katsu furu yuki ni uzumorete todachi mo miezu kusagakuretsutsu
The hunting moor lies buried under snow that piles up even as it falls—the places where birds rise can no longer be seen, and the grasses are hidden away.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Karikurashi katano no mashiba orishikite yodo no kawase no tsuki o miru kana
Having hunted the whole day long, I break off brushwood at Katano, spread it for a seat, and gaze at the moon over the shallows of the Yodo River.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinhira