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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Fushiwabinu shino no ozasa no karimakura hakana no tsuyu ya hitoyo bakari ni
I lie here and cannot sleep on this makeshift pillow of cut bamboo grass; how fleeting the dew is, falling so thick for just a single night.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ariie
Iwa ga ne no toko ni arashi o katashikite hitori ya nenan sayo no nakayama
On a bed of rock, with the storm wind spread in place of a single sleeve, must I sleep alone tonight at Sayo-no-Nakayama?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ariie
Tare to naki yado no yūbe o chigiri nite kawaru aruji o ikuyo touran
Making a pledge of an evening at an inn with no one in particular, how many nights will I go on calling on hosts who change each time?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Narikiyo
Makura tote izure no kusa ni chigiruran yuku o kagiri no nobe no yūgure
Which of these grasses will I pledge to be my pillow tonight? I go on as far as I can, as evening falls on the open moor.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kamo no Chomei
Michi no be no kusa no aoba ni koma tomete nao furusato o kaerimiru kana
Stopping my horse by the green grasses at the roadside, I find myself looking back once more toward my old home.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shigenori
Hatsuseyama yūkoe kurete yado toeba miwa no hibara ni akikaze zo fuku
Crossing Mount Hatsuse at evening as night came on, I asked where I might lodge, but only the autumn wind blew through the cypress groves of Miwa.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Zenshō
Saranu dani aki no tabine wa kanashiki ni matsu ni fuku nari toko no yamakaze
Even without it, sleeping on the road in autumn is sad enough, and yet I hear it blowing through the pines: the mountain wind of Toko, beside my bed.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Hideyoshi
Wasurenamu matsu to na tsuge so nakanaka ni inaba no yama no mine no akikaze
Let me forget: do not tell me they are waiting, like the pines—that would only make it harder—autumn wind on the peak of Mount Inaba.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Chigiranedo hitoyo wa suginu kiyomigata nami ni wakaruru akatsuki no kumo
Though no vows were made, a single night has passed; at Kiyomigata, the dawn clouds part from the waves.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Furusato ni tanomeshi hito mo sue no matsu matsuramu sode ni nami ya kosuramu
The one I left at home trusting my promise must be waiting still, like the pine of Sue; might the waves now be breaking over her waiting sleeves?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Hi o hetsutsu miyako shinobu no urasabite nami yori hoka no otozure mo nashi
As the days go by, my longing for the capital grows lonely as the bay of Shinobu, and nothing comes to call on me but the waves.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanezane
Sasurauru waga mi ni shi areba kisakata ya ama no tomaya ni amatatabi nenu
Since I am one who wanders with no settled home, many times on many journeys I have slept in the rush huts of the fisherfolk at Kisakata.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akinaka
Naniwabito ashibi taku ya ni yado karite suzuro ni sode no shiotaruru kana
Taking lodging in a hut where the people of Naniwa burn reeds for their fires, I find my sleeves drenched with tears as if with brine, for no reason I can name.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Mata koen hito mo tomaraba aware shire waga orishikeru mine no shiibashi
Whoever crosses this peak after me and stops here for the night, know the pathos of it: these oak twigs on the peak are the ones I broke and spread for my bed.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Gaen
Michisugara fuji no keburi mo wakazariki haruru ma mo naki sora no keshiki ni
All along the road I could not make out even the smoke of Mount Fuji, for the sky never cleared for a moment.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Yoritomo
Yo no naka wa uki fushi shigeshi shinohara ya tabi ni shi areba imo yume ni miyu
In this world sorrows crowd as thick as the nodes of bamboo grass on the plain; because I am far away on a journey, my wife appears to me in dreams.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei