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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Waga kokoro haru no yamabe ni akugarete naganagashi hi o kyō mo kurashitsu
My heart has gone off wandering to the hills of spring, and once again I have let the long day go by.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Omou dochi soko to mo shirazu yukikurenu hana no yado kase nobe no uguisu
We came out together, friends of one mind, lost track of where we were, and the day has gone. Lend us a lodging among the flowers, warbler of the fields.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Ima sakura sakinu to miete usugumori haru ni kasumeru yo no keshiki kana
Just now the cherries seem to have opened; the sky has thinned to cloud, and the whole world has the hazed look of spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Fushite omoi okite nagamuru harusame ni hana no shitahimo ika ni tokuramu
I lie down and think of it, I get up and watch it, this spring rain; and how are the flowers' inner cords being untied?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Yukamu hito komu hito shinobe harugasumi Tatsuta no yama no hatsuzakurabana
You who are setting out and you who are coming this way, keep it in mind: the first cherry blossom on Tatsuta, where the spring haze rises.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Yoshinoyama kozo no shiori no michi kaete mada minu kata no hana o tazunemu
On Yoshino I shall leave the path I marked last year and go looking for blossom on a side I have not seen.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Saigyo
Katsuragi ya Takama no sakura sakinikeri Tatsuta no oku ni kakaru shirakumo
The cherries on Takama at Katsuragi have opened: that is the white cloud lying deep behind Tatsuta.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Jakuren
Isonokami furuki miyako o kite mireba mukashi kazashishi hana sakinikeri
Coming to the old capital at Isonokami to look, I find the flowers blooming that people once wore in their hair.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Haru ni nomi toshi wa aranamu ara oda o kaesugaesu mo hana o mirubeku
Let the whole year be spring and nothing else, so that, as one turns and turns a rough field over, I may look at the flowers again and again.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Kintada
Shirakumo no Tatsuta no yama no yaezakura izure o hana to wakite orikemu
On Tatsuta, where the white clouds hang, the double cherries grow; and how did you tell which was the flower, to break this branch?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Domyo
Shirakumo no haru wa kasanete Tatsutayama Ogura no mine ni hana niou rashi
Spring has laid its own white over the white clouds: on the peak of Ogura on Tatsuta the blossom must be out.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Yoshinoyama hana ya sakari ni niouramu furusato saenu mine no shirayuki
Are the flowers at their height on Yoshino now? Here the old village has turned cold under the white snow on the ridge.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Iehira
Iwane fumi kasanaru yama o wakesutete hana mo ikue no ato no shirakumo
Over the rocks I have pushed through range after range and left them behind me; and behind me now, fold upon fold, white cloud, and blossom.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatsune
Tazunekite hana ni kuraseru ko no ma yori matsu to shi mo naki yama no ha no tsuki
I came out to find them and spent the whole day among the flowers; and through the branches, though I had not been waiting for it, the moon has come up over the ridge.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatsune
Chiri chirazu hito mo tazunenu furusato no tsuyukeki hana ni harukaze zo fuku
Whether they have fallen or not, no one comes to look; and over the dew-wet flowers of the old village the spring wind blows.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Isonokami Furuno no sakura tare uete haru wa wasurenu katami naruramu
Who planted the cherries on Furu moor at Isonokami, so that they became a keepsake spring never forgets to visit?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michitomo