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- Shui Wakashu
Ashihiki no yamaji ni chireru sakurabana kiesenu haru no yuki ka to zo miru
The cherry blossoms strewn along the mountain path look to me like a spring snow that will never melt away.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ashihiki no yamagakure naru sakurabana chirinokoreri to kaze ni shiraru na
Cherry blossoms hidden in the shadow of the mountain, do not let the wind discover that you still remain.
Shui Wakashu - Shōni no Myōbu
Iwama o mo wakekuru taki no mizu o ikade chiritsumu hana no sekitodomuran
How can the fallen, heaped-up blossoms dam the waters of a cascade that forces its way even between the rocks?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Haru fukami ide no kawanami tachikaeri mite koso yukame yamabuki no hana
Now that spring has grown deep, like the river waves of Ide that surge and return, I will turn back again and again to look at the kerria blossoms before I go.
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Shitagō
Yamabuki no hana no sakari ni ide ni kite kono satobito ni narinubeki kana
Having come to Ide when the kerria is in full bloom, I feel I might stay on and become one of the villagers here.
Shui Wakashu - Egyō
Mono mo iwade nagamete zo furu yamabuki no hana ni kokoro zo utsuroinuran
Saying nothing, I pass the days lost in gazing; has my heart, I wonder, been drawn away to the kerria blossoms?
Shui Wakashu - Kiyohara no Motosuke
Sawamizu ni kawazu naku nari yamabuki no utsurou kage ya soko ni miyuran
Frogs are crying in the marsh water; can it be that they see the fading kerria reflected on the bottom?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Waga yado no yaeyamabuki wa hitoe dani chirinokoranan haru no katami ni
Let the double kerria at my house keep at least a single layer of petals unfallen, as a keepsake of the spring.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hana no iro o utsushitodome yo kagamiyama haru yori nochi no kage ya miyuru to
Mirror Mountain, hold the color of the blossoms reflected in you, so that their image may still be seen when spring has passed.
Shui Wakashu - Sakanoue no Koreyuki
Harugasumi tachiwakare yuku yamamichi wa hana koso nusa to chirimagaikere
Along the mountain road where I set out in parting amid the rising spring haze, it is the blossoms that swirl down like offerings for the journey.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Toshi no uchi wa mina haru nagara kurenanan hana mite dani mo ukiyo sugusan
Let the whole year pass as spring; at least by gazing on the blossoms I could get through this sorrowful world.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kaze fukeba kata mo sadamezu chiru hana o izukata e yuku haru to ka wa mimu
When the wind blows, the blossoms scatter in no fixed direction; how am I to tell which way the spring is going?
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Hana mo mina chirinuru yado wa yuku haru no furusato to koso narinu beranare
A house where every flower has fallen seems bound to become the old home that departing spring leaves behind.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Tsune yori mo nodokekaritsuru haru naredo kyō no kururu wa akazu zo arikeru
Spring has been more leisurely than in other years, yet as this last day draws to a close, I still cannot have enough of it.
Shui Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Naku koe wa mada kikanedomo semi no ha no usuki koromo wa tachi zo kitekeru
I have not yet heard the cicadas sing, yet I have already cut and put on a summer robe as thin as a cicada's wings.
Shui Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Waga yado no kakine ya haru o hedatsuran natsu kinikeri to miyuru unohana
Is it the hedge around my house that holds spring apart from summer? Looking at the deutzia blooming there, it seems that summer has already arrived.
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Shitagō