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- Shui Wakashu
Hana no iro ni someshi tamoto no oshikereba koromo kae uki kyō ni mo aru kana
Because I cannot bear to part with sleeves dyed the color of blossoms, today, the day for changing robes, is a heavy one for me.
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Shigeyuki
Hana chiru to itoishi mono o natsugoromo tatsu ya osoki to kaze o matsu kana
I once resented the wind for scattering the blossoms, yet now that I have cut my summer robes and summer has begun, I can hardly wait for the wind to come.
Shui Wakashu - Prince Moriakira
Natsu ni koso saki kakarikere fuji no hana matsu ni to nomi mo omoikeru kana
So wisteria blooms even hang over into summer. I had thought they hung only upon the pines.
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Shigeyuki
Sumiyoshi no kishi no fujinami waga yado no matsu no kozue ni iro wa masaraji
Even the wisteria on the famous shores of Sumiyoshi could not surpass in color the wisteria hanging from the pine tops at my house.
Shui Wakashu - Taira no Kanemori
Murasaki no fuji saku matsu no kozue ni wa moto no midori mo miezu zo arikeru
On the pine tops where the purple wisteria blooms, even the pines' own green can no longer be seen.
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Shitagō
Usuku koku midarete sakeru fuji no hana hitoshiki iro wa araji to zo omou
The wisteria blooms in a tangle of pale and deep shades, and I think no two of them share the same color.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Saneyori
Te mo furede oshimu kai naku fuji no hana soko ni utsureba nami zo orikeru
It was no use cherishing the wisteria without even touching it, for its blossoms are reflected in the depths, and the waves have broken them off.
Shui Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Tako no ura no soko sae niou fujinami o kazashite yukan minu hito no tame
I will put in my hair the wisteria of Tako Bay, whose color glows even in the depths of the water, and take it home for those who have not seen it.
Shui Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Unohana o chirinishi ume ni magaete ya natsu no kakine ni uguisu no naku
Has the warbler mistaken the deutzia for plum blossoms that have already fallen? It is singing by the hedge in summer.
Shui Wakashu - Taira no Kinzane
Unohana no sakeru kakine wa michinoku no magaki no shima no nami ka to zo miru
The hedge where deutzia blooms looks to me like the white waves breaking on Magaki Island in far Michinoku.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kami matsuru uzuki ni sakeru unohana wa shiroku mo kine ga shiragetaru kana
The deutzia blooming in the Fourth Month, when the gods are worshipped, is so white, as if the shrine priest had polished it white with his pestle.
Shui Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Kami matsuru yado no unohana shirotae no mitegura ka to zo ayamatarekeru
The deutzia at the house where the gods are worshipped is so white that I mistake it for sacred offerings of pure white cloth.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Yamagatsu no kakine ni sakeru unohana wa ta ga shirotae no koromo kakeshi zo
The deutzia blooming on the hedge of a mountain dweller's hut, whose pure white robe has someone hung there?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Toki wakazu fureru yuki ka to miru made ni kakine mo tawa ni sakeru unohana
The deutzia blooms so thickly that the hedge bends beneath it, until one might take it for snow that fell regardless of the season.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Haru kakete kikamu to mo koso omoishika yamahototogisu osoku nakuran
I had hoped to hear you even in spring, so why, mountain cuckoo, are you so late to sing?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hatsukoe no kikamahoshisa ni hototogisu yobukaku me o mo samashitsuru kana
In my longing to hear the cuckoo's first song, I woke up in the dead of night.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet