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- Senzai Wakashu
Yamazakura oshimu kokoro no ikutabi ka chiru ko no moto ni yukikakaruran
How many times, I wonder, does my heart, grieving for the mountain cherries, find its way to the foot of the trees where the blossoms are falling?
Senzai Wakashu - Suo no Naishi
Harusame ni chiru hana mireba kakikurashi mizoreshi sora no kokochi koso sure
When I see the blossoms falling in the spring rain, I feel as though I were beneath a darkened winter sky pouring down sleet.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nagaie
Fumeba oshi fumade wa yukamu kata mo nashi kokorozukushi no yamazakura kana
It is a pity to tread on them, yet there is no way forward without treading on them. How these mountain cherries wear my heart out with worry!
Senzai Wakashu - Akazome Emon
Yamazakura chiji ni kokoro no kudakuru wa chiru hana goto ni sou ni ya aruran
Is it because a piece of my heart goes along with every falling blossom that my heart breaks into a thousand pieces over the mountain cherries?
Senzai Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Hana no chiru ko no shitakage wa onozukara somenu sakura no koromo o zo kiru
Standing in the shade beneath the trees where the blossoms fall, I find myself wearing, all on its own, a cherry-colored robe that no one dyed.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nakazane
Haru o hete hana chiramashi ya okuyama no kaze o sakura no kokoro to omowaba
If the wind in the deep mountains were the cherry trees' own heart, would the blossoms fall, spring after spring? Surely they would not.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi
Arashi fuku Shiga no yamabe no sakurabana chireba kumoi ni sazanami zo tatsu
When the cherry blossoms on the storm-swept slopes of Shiga scatter, little rippling waves seem to rise across the sky.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinyuki
Harukaze ni Shiga no yamagoe hana chireba mine ni zo ura no nami wa tachikeru
When the spring wind scatters the blossoms on the mountain pass to Shiga, it is on the peaks that the waves of the lake's bay rise.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Chikataka
Sakura saku Hira no yamakaze fuku mama ni hana ni nariyuku Shiga no uranami
As the wind blows down from Mount Hira where the cherries are in bloom, the waves of Shiga's bay gradually turn into blossoms.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Chirikakaru hana no nishiki wa kitaredomo kaeramu koto zo wasurarenikeru
I wear the brocade of blossoms falling upon me, yet far from returning home in glory, I have forgotten even to go home.
Senzai Wakashu - Sanjō Sanefusa
Akanaku ni sode ni tsutsumeba chiru hana o ureshi to omou ni narinubeki kana
Though I have not yet had my fill of them, when I gather the falling blossoms into my sleeve, I feel I may come to be glad that they fall.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanekuni
Sakurabana uki mi ni kauru tameshi araba ikite chiru o ba oshimazaramashi
Cherry blossoms, if there were a precedent for giving this wretched self in exchange for you, I would not have to grieve so as I live on and watch you fall.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Michichika
Miyoshino no yamashitakaze ya harauramu kozue ni kaeru hana no shirayuki
Is the wind blowing beneath the mountains of Yoshino sweeping them up? The white snow of blossoms drifts back up to the treetops.
Senzai Wakashu - Shun'e
Hitoeda wa orite kaeramu yamazakura kaze ni nomi ya wa chirashihatsubeki
At least this one branch I will break off and take home, mountain cherry. Should the wind alone be allowed to scatter every last blossom?
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Arifusa
Chiru hana o mi ni kau bakari omoedomo kanawade toshi no oinikeru kana
I have loved the falling blossoms enough to give my own life in exchange for them, yet that wish was never granted, and I have simply grown old.
Senzai Wakashu - Dōin
Akanaku ni chirinuru hana no omokage ya kaze ni shirarenu sakura naruran
Is the lingering image of the blossoms that fell before I had my fill of them a cherry tree the wind will never come to know?
Senzai Wakashu - Kakusei