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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Sarade dani tsuyukeki saga no nobe ni kite mukashi no ato ni shiorenuru kana
Coming to the fields of Saga, dew-drenched even at other times, I have drooped like wet grass at the traces of one long gone.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Toshitada
Kanashisa wa aki no sagano no kirigirisu nao furusato ni ne o ya nakuran
Such is your sorrow, like the cricket in the autumn fields of Sagano—do you still cry aloud in the home you have long known?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanesada
Ima wa sawa ukiyo no saga no nobe o koso tsuyu kiehateshi ato to shinobame
Now, then, as the way of this sorrowful world, it is these fields of Saga that I will cherish as the place where the dew has vanished altogether.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Shunzei's Daughter
Tamayura no tsuyu mo namida mo todomarazu naki hito kouru yado no akikaze
Not even for a moment do the dew or my tears remain, for the autumn wind blows through this house where I long for the one who is gone.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Tsuyu o dani ima wa katami no fujigoromo ada ni mo sode o fuku arashi kana
Even the dew on my mourning robe is now, at least, my keepsake of my father—and yet the storm wind blows heedlessly across my sleeves.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Hideyoshi
Aki fukaki nezame ni ikaga omoiizuru hakanaku mieshi haru no yo no yume
Waking in the night as autumn deepens, how do you call to mind that dream of a spring night which seemed so fleeting?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Inpumon-in no Taifu
Mishi yume o wasururu toki wa nakeredomo aki no nezame wa ge ni zo kanashiki
There is never a time when I forget the dream I saw, yet waking in the autumn night is sad indeed, just as you say.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michichika
Nareshi aki no fukeshi yodoko wa sore nagara kokoro no soko no yume zo kanashiki
The bed of the late autumn nights we knew so well remains just as it was, yet it is the dream deep within my heart that is so sorrowful.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Saneie
Kuchi mo senu sono na bakari o todomeokite kareno no susuki katami to zo miru
He left in this world only his name, which will never decay; and I look upon the pampas grass on the withered moor as his keepsake.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Saigyō
Furusato o kouru namida ya hitori yuku tomo naki yama no michishiba no tsuyu
Are these the tears of longing for my old home—the dew on the wayside grass of the mountain path, where I walk alone, with no companion?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Ukiyo ni wa ima wa arashi no yamakaze ni kore ya nareyuku hajime naruran
Now that I will stay no longer in this sorrowful world, the storm wind blows down the mountain—is this, I wonder, the beginning of growing used to such a life?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Mare ni kuru yowa mo kanashiki matsukaze o taezu ya koke no shita ni kikuran
This wind in the pines is sorrowful even for the rare night I come here—does she hear it without end beneath the moss?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Mono omoeba iro naki kaze mo nakarikeri mi ni shimu aki no kokoronarai ni
When one is lost in grief, there is no such thing as a colorless wind after all—so has my heart been schooled by autumn, which pierces to the bone.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Masazane
Furusato o wakareshi aki o kazoureba yatose ni narinu ariake no tsuki
Counting the autumns since I parted from my old home, I find that eight years have passed—O moon lingering in the dawn sky.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Masazane
Inochi areba kotoshi no aki mo tsuki wa mitsu wakareshi hito ni au yo naki kana
Because I still live, I have seen the moon this autumn too—yet there is no night on which I may meet the one from whom death parted me.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Nōin
Kyō kozu wa mide ya yamamashi yamazato no momiji mo hito mo tsune naranu yo ni
Had I not come today, would I have ended without seeing it? For in this world where nothing lasts, neither the autumn leaves of the mountain village nor people remain.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintō