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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Ōmi no ya Sakata no ine o kake tsumite michi aru miyo no hajime ni zo tsuku
The rice of Sakata in Ōmi, hung on racks and heaped high, we pound now at the beginning of a reign in which the right Way prevails.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Kamiyo yori kyō no tame to ya yatsukaho ni Nagata no ine no shinai someken
Was it for this very day, ever since the age of the gods, that the rice of Nagata first began to bend beneath its long, heavy ears?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanemitsu
Tachiyoreba suzushikari keri mizutori no Aoba no yama no matsu no yūkaze
When I stop here for a while, how cool it is—the evening wind through the pines of Mount Aoba.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mitsunori
Tokiwa naru Matsui no mizu o musubu te no shizuku goto ni zo chiyo wa miekeru
As I scoop up the water of Matsui, evergreen and unchanging, in my cupped hands, a thousand ages appear in every drop that falls.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukezane
Sue no tsuyu moto no shizuku ya yo no naka no okure sakidatsu tameshi naruran
The dew on the tips of the leaves and the drops at the roots vanish, some sooner and some later. Are they, I wonder, the very example of how in this world some are left behind while others go on before?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Henjō
Aware nari waga mi no hate ya asamidori tsui ni wa nobe no kasumi to omoeba
How sorrowful it is, the end that awaits me—when I think that at last I shall become the pale green haze that trails across the meadow.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ono no Komachi
Sakura chiru haru no sue ni wa narinikeri amama mo shiranu nagame seshi ma ni
It has come to the end of spring, when the cherry blossoms fall—while I sat lost in brooding thought, through long rains that knew no break.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanesuke
Sumizome no koromo uki yo no hanazakari ori wasurete mo oritekeru kana
Though it is a time for robes dyed ink-black, this sorrowful world is in full bloom; forgetting the season of mourning, I have broken off a branch of blossoms.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanekata
Akazarishi hana o ya haru mo koitsuran arishi mukashi o omoiidetsutsu
Did spring, too, long for the blossoms of which no one could ever see enough, recalling the days of the past that are gone?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Michinobu
Hanazakura mada sakari nite chiriniken nageki no moto o omoi koso yare
The cherry blossoms must have scattered while still at their height; I think with deep feeling of you, beneath that tree of grief.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jōjin
Hana min to ueken hito mo naki yado no sakura wa kozo no haru zo sakamashi
The cherry tree at this house, where the one who must have planted it to see its blossoms is no more—it should have bloomed last spring instead.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ōe no Yoshitoki
Tare mo mina hana no miyako ni chirihatete hitori shigururu aki no yamazato
Everyone, one and all, has scattered away to the flowering capital, and I alone am left in tears like the autumn showers, in this mountain village.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Hana mite wa itodo ieji zo isogarenu matsuran to omou hito shi nakereba
Having seen the blossoms, I feel even less inclined to hurry home—for there is no one now whom I can imagine waiting for me there.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanesada
Harugasumi kasumishi sora no nagori sae kyō o kagiri no wakare narikeri
Even the lingering trace of the sky where the spring haze hung is a parting, it seems, with today, the last day of spring, as its end.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Tachinoboru keburi o dani mo mirubeki ni kasumi ni magau haru no akebono
I ought at least to see the smoke as it rises—yet even that is lost, blending into the haze of the spring dawn.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Korekata
Katami tote mireba nageki no fukamigusa nani nakanaka no nioi naruran
When I look on it as a keepsake, it is fukamigusa, the peony that only deepens my grief—why should its beauty be such as to make things all the harder?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shigeie