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- Kinyo Wakashu
Sakurabana kumo kakaru made kakitsumete yoshino no yama to kyō wa miru kana
Gathering the cherry petals into a heap so high that clouds might hang on it, today I look upon it as Mount Yoshino.
Niwa no hana moto no kozue ni fukikaese chirasu nomi ya wa kokoro narubeki
Blow the fallen flowers in the garden back up to the branches they came from. Should scattering them be all there is to your heart?
Kinyo Wakashu - Aki of Ikuhomon-in
Koromode ni hiru wa chiritsumu sakurabana yoru wa kokoro ni kakaru nari keri
By day the cherry blossoms fall and pile up on my sleeves; by night they cling to my heart and trouble it.
Kinyo Wakashu - Ryūgen
Sakura saku yamada o tsukuru shizu no o wa kaesugaesu ya hana o miruramu
The humble man tilling the mountain paddy where the cherries bloom, as he turns the soil over and over, must gaze at the blossoms again and again.
Nagaki yo no tsuki no hikari no nakariseba kumoi no hana o ikade oramashi
Had there been no moonlight through the long night, how could I ever have broken off a spray of the blossoms of the palace above the clouds?
Chirihatenu hana no arika o shirasureba itoishi kaze zo kyō wa ureshiki
Since it tells me where the blossoms that have not yet all fallen are to be found, the wind I hated is a joy to me today.
Yamazato wa nobe no sawarabi moeizuru ori ni nomi koso hito wa toikere
To a mountain village, people come visiting only in the season when young bracken sprouts in the fields, the time for picking it.
Kinyo Wakashu - Yoen
Azumaji no kaoya ga numa no kakitsubata haru o komete mo saki ni keru kana
On the eastern road, at Kaoya Marsh, the irises have bloomed even while it is still spring.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisue
Araoda ni hosotanigawa o makasureba hiku shimenawa ni moritsutsu zo yuku
When the narrow valley stream is led into the rough, untilled field, the water trickles along beside the boundary rope stretched across it.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Shigi no iru nosawa no oda o uchikaeshi tane makite keri shime haete miyu
They have turned the soil of the little field in the marshy plain where the snipe alight and sown the seed, it seems; I can see the ropes stretched around it.
Kinyo Wakashu - Tsumori no Kunimoto
Yamazato no sotomo no oda no nawashiro ni iwama no mizu o sekanu hi zo naki
Into the seedbed of the little field behind the mountain dwelling, not a day passes without water from among the rocks being dammed and led in.
Waga yado ni mata kon hito mo miru bakari ori na tsukushi so yamabuki no hana
Leave enough at my house for those who come again to see them; do not break off every one of these yellow kerria blossoms.
Kagiri arite chiru dani oshiki yamabuki o itaku na ori so ide no kawanami
Even their falling as fate decrees is a grief; do not break the kerria so cruelly, O waves of the Ide River.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadamichi
Haru fukami kaminabigawa ni kage miete utsuroi ni keri yamabuki no hana
As spring deepens, the kerria blossoms, their image showing in the Kaminabi River, have faded as they are mirrored there.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Nakamasa
Yamabuki ni fukikuru kaze mo kokoro araba yae nagara o ba chirasazaranamu
If the wind that blows upon the kerria has any heart, I wish it would leave the eightfold blossoms whole and not scatter them.
Irihi sasu yūkurenai no iro haete yamashita terasu iwatsutsuji kana
Lit by the setting sun, blazing with the crimson of evening, the rock azaleas light up the foot of the mountain.