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- Kinyo Wakashu
Iro kaenu matsu ni yosoete azumaji no tokiwa no hashi ni kakaru fujinami
As if likening it to the pine whose color never changes, the waves of wisteria hang over the Bridge of Tokiwa on the eastern road.
Murasaki no iro no yukari ni fuji no hana kakareru matsu mo mutsumashiki kana
Through its bond with the color purple, even the pine on which the wisteria hangs feels dear and close to me.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Kuru hito mo naki waga yado no fuji no hana tare o matsu tote sakikakaruramu
At my house where no one comes to call, for whom does the wisteria wait, hanging in bloom upon the pine?
Matsukaze no oto sezariseba fujinami o nani ni kakareru hana to shiramashi
Had the wind in the pines not sounded, how could I have known on what the waves of wisteria were hanging?
Kinyo Wakashu - Ryōzen
Ike ni hitsu matsu no haie ni murasaki no nami orikakuru fuji saki ni keri
On the low branches of the pine that trail into the pond, wisteria has bloomed, as if weaving and hanging waves of purple.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Sumiyoshi no matsu ni kakareru fuji no hana kaze no tayori ni nami ya oruramu
Is the wisteria hanging on the pines of Sumiyoshi woven by the waves that break and fold as the wind drives them in?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisue
Nururu sae ureshikari keri harusame ni iro masu fuji no shizuku to omoeba
Even getting soaked is a joy, when I think that these are drops from wisteria whose color deepens in the spring rain.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Akinaka
Ashigaki no hoka to wa miredo fuji no hana nioi wa ware o hedatezari keri
The wisteria seems to lie beyond the reed fence, yet its beauty does not keep me apart from it.
Haru no yuku michi ni kimukae hototogisu katarau koe ni tachi ya tomaru to
Come and meet spring on the road by which it departs, O cuckoo, for at the sound of your friendly talk it might stop and stay.
Nokori naku kureyuku haru o oshimu tote kokoro o sae mo tsukushitsuru kana
In grieving for the spring that is ending with nothing left, I have spent even my heart down to the last.
Haru wa oshi hito wa koyoi to tanomureba omoiwazurau kyō no kure kana
I grieve to see spring go, yet my love has promised to come tonight, and so I am torn as this day draws to its close.
Kaeru haru uzuki no imi ni sashikomete shibashi miare no hodo made mo mimu
I will shut the departing spring inside the abstinence of the Fourth Month and keep watching it for a while, until the time of the Miare rite.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Omoiyare meguriaubeki haru dani mo tachiwakaruru wa kanashikari keri
Imagine how it feels: even spring, which is sure to come round again, brings sorrow when it departs.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Ware nomi zo isogi tatarenu natsugoromo hitoe ni haru o oshimu mi nareba
I alone cannot bring myself to hurry and cut my summer robes, for with my whole heart I am still grieving for the spring.
Natsuyama no aoba majiri no osozakura hatsuhana yori mo mezurashiki kana
The late cherry blossoms scattered among the green leaves of the summer hills are, if anything, more precious and delightful than the first flowers of spring.
Oshinabete kozue aoba ni narinureba matsu no midori mo wakarezarikeri
Now that the treetops everywhere have all turned to green leaves, even the evergreen pine can no longer be told apart from the rest.
Kinyo Wakashu - Retired Emperor Shirakawa