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Sakurabana sakite munashiku chirinikeri yoshino no yama wa tada haru no kaze
The cherry blossoms bloomed and scattered all in vain—now on the hills of Yoshino there is only the spring wind.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sakurabana utsurou toki wa miyoshino no yamashitakaze ni yuki zo furikeru
When the cherry blossoms fade and fall at Yoshino, it seems as though snow is falling on the wind sweeping down the mountains.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kaze fukeba hana wa yuki to zo chirimagau yoshino no yama wa haru ya nakaramu
When the wind blows, the blossoms whirl down indistinguishable from snow—is there no spring at all on the hills of Yoshino?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Haru wa kite yuki wa kienishi ko no moto ni shiroku mo hana no chiritsumoru kana
Spring has come and the snow has melted, yet beneath the trees the white blossoms fall and pile up once more.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yama fukami tazunete kitsuru ko no shita ni yuki to miru made hana zo chirikeru
I came seeking them deep in the hills, and beneath the trees the blossoms had fallen so thickly I took them for snow.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yamazakura ada ni chirinishi hana no e ni yūbe no ame no tsuyu no nokoreru
On the branches of the mountain cherry whose blossoms have fallen in vain, the dew of the evening rain still lingers.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yamazakura ima wa no koro no hana no e ni yūbe no ame no tsuyu zo koboruru
On the branches of the mountain cherry in its final moments of bloom, the dew of the evening rain spills down.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kotoshi sae towarede kurenu sakurabana haru mo munashiki na ni koso arikere
Even this year, cherry blossoms, you have passed unvisited—spring, it seems, is only an empty name.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Chirinureba tou hito mo nashi furusato wa hana zo mukashi no aruji narikeru
Once the blossoms have fallen, no one comes to visit—at this old home it was the blossoms, I realize, that were the true masters all along.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sazanami ya shiga no miyako no hanazakari kaze yori saki ni towamashi mono o
I should have gone to see the old capital of Shiga in full bloom before the wind could reach the blossoms.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Haru fukami arashi no yama no sakurabana saku to mishi ma ni chirinikeru kana
With spring grown deep, the cherry blossoms on Arashiyama, the mountain of storms, scattered almost as soon as I saw them bloom.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Haru kureba itoka no yama no itozakura kaze ni midarete hana zo chirikeru
When spring comes, the weeping cherries on Mount Itoka tangle in the wind like threads and scatter their blossoms.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sakeba katsu utsurou yama no sakurabana hana no atari ni kaze na fuki so mo
Mountain cherries begin to fade the moment they bloom—wind, please don't blow anywhere near the blossoms.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Haru fukami hana chirikakaru yama no i wa furuki shimizu ni kawazu naku nari
With spring grown deep, blossoms scatter over the mountain spring, and in its ancient clear water I hear the frogs singing.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Michisugara chirikau hana o yuki to mite yasurau hodo ni kono hi kurashitsu
All along the road I took the swirling blossoms for snow, and as I lingered, hesitating, the whole day slipped away.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sakurabana sakeru yamaji ya tōkaramu sugigate ni nomi haru no kurenuru
Are the mountain paths where the cherries bloom so far away? Unable to pass by the blossoms, I have only lingered while spring has drawn to its close.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo