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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Mizu no omo ni aya orimidaru harusame ya yama no midori o nabete somuramu
The spring rain weaves and tangles a patterned silk across the water; is it dyeing the whole green of the mountains too?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ise
Tokiwa naru yama no iwane ni musu koke no somenu midori ni harusame zo furu
On the moss that grows at the foot of the unchanging rocks, on a green that no dyeing made, the spring rain is falling.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Ame fureba oda no masurao itoma are ya nawashiromizu o sora ni makasete
Since the rain is falling, the men of the fields must have time on their hands: they have left the water of the seedbeds to the sky.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Shomyo
Harusame no furisomeshi yori aoyagi no ito no midori zo iro masarikeru
Since the spring rain began to fall, the green of the willow's thread-like branches has grown deeper than it was.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Uchinabiki haru wa kinikeri aoyagi no kage fumu michi ni hito no yasurau
Spring has come, trailing like the branches themselves; and on the road where the willow's shadow lies, people stop and rest.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takato
Miyoshino no ōkawabe no furuyanagi kage koso miene harumekinikeri
The old willows by the great river of Yoshino cast no shadow yet, and even so, everything has begun to feel like spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Prince Sukehito
Arashi fuku kishi no yanagi no inamushiro orishiku nami ni makasete zo miru
The storm blows, and the willows at the bank lie on the water like straw matting; I watch them, left to the waves that weave and spread them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor Sutoku
Takase sasu Mutsuda no yodo no yanagihara midori mo fukaku kasumu haru kana
Where the flat boats pole through the still water at Mutsuda, the willow fields stand deep in green and deep in the haze of spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintsune
Harukaze no kasumi fukitoku taema yori midarete nabiku aoyagi no ito
The spring wind unpicks the haze, and through the gaps the willow's green threads trail out in disorder.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Inpumon-in no Taifu
Shirakumo no taema ni nabiku aoyagi no Katsuragiyama ni harukaze zo fuku
Green willows sway in the breaks between white clouds, and over Katsuragi mountain the spring wind is blowing.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatsune
Aoyagi no ito ni tama nuku shiratsuyu no shirazu ikuyo no haru ka henuramu
White dew hangs on the willow's threads like beads strung on a string; and I do not know how many springs have passed unnoticed.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ariie
Usuku koki nobe no midori no wakakusa ni ato made miyuru yuki no muragie
The young grass across the moor is green, pale in places and deeper in others: even the marks are still visible where the snow lay and melted unevenly.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kunaikyo
Ara oda no kozo no furuato no furuyomogi ima wa harube to hikobaenikeri
In the untilled field, on the old ground of last year, the withered mugwort has sent up new shoots, as if to say that spring is here.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Yakazu tomo kusa wa moenamu Kasugano o tada haru no hi ni makasetaranamu
The grass will come up without any burning; let Kasuga moor be, and leave it to the sun of spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Mibu no Tadami
Yoshinoyama sakura ga eda ni yuki chirite hana osoke naru toshi ni mo aru kana
On Yoshino the snow comes scattering onto the cherry branches: this is a year when the flowers will be late.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Saigyo
Sakurabana sakaba mazu mimu to omou ma ni hikazu henikeri haru no yamazato
When the cherries open I shall be the first to see them, I thought; and while I was thinking so the days went by, here in the mountain village in spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takatoki