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- Sankashu
Kumotori ya Shiko no yamaji wa sateokite Oguchi ga hara no sabishikaranu ka
Leaving aside Mount Kumotori and the mountain road of Shiko, is not the plain of Oguchi lonely indeed?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Fumoto yuku funabito ika ni samukaran Kumayamadake o orosu arashi ni
How cold the boatmen must be, rowing past the foot of the mountain, in the storm that sweeps down from Kumayamadake.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Orikakuru nami no tatsu ka to miyuru kana sasuga ni kiiru sagi no muradori
It looks as if white waves were breaking and rising, but it is in fact a flock of herons that have come to rest.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Wazurawade tsuki ni wa yoru mo kayoikeri tonari e tsutau aze no hosomichi
On moonlit nights, without any trouble, even after dark people come and go along the narrow path between the paddies that leads next door.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Arenikeru sawada no aze ni kurara oite aki matsu beku mo naki watari kana
On the ridges of the marshy fields gone to ruin, the bitter kurara grows, a place where no one could hope for an autumn harvest.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tsutaikuru uchihi o taezu makasureba yamada wa mizu mo omowazarikeri
Since water flowing down the trough is always let in, the mountain paddies have no need to worry over water.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Mi ni shimishi ogi no oto ni wa kawaredomo shibuku kaze koso ge ni wa monouki
It has changed from the sound of the reeds that pierced me through in autumn, yet this wind that drives the rain is truly more dismal still.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Koseri tsumu sawa no kōri no hima taete harumekisomuru Sakurai no sato
The ice on the marsh where little parsley is picked has melted away, and the village of Sakurai is beginning to feel like spring.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kuru haru wa mine ni kasumi o sakidatete tani no kakehi o tsutau narikeri
The coming spring sends the haze ahead upon the peaks, and then makes its way along the bamboo pipe from the valley.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Haru ni naru sakura no eda wa nani to naku hana nakeredomo mutsumashiki kana
Now that spring has come, the branches of the cherry, somehow, though they have no blossoms yet, seem so dear to me.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Sora wataru kumo narikeri na Yoshinoyama hana mote wataru kaze to mitareba
So it was clouds crossing the sky! On Mount Yoshino I had thought it was the wind passing by with blossoms in its arms.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Sara ni mata kasumi ni kururu yamaji kana haru o tazunuru hana no akebono
Once again the mountain path grows dim in the haze, though I set out at dawn among the blossoms in search of spring.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kumo mo kakare hana to o haru wa mite sugin izure no yama mo ada ni omowade
Let clouds hang there if they will; in spring I will see them as blossoms and pass on, thinking lightly of no mountain at all.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kumo kakaru yamami wa ware mo omoide ni hana yue nareshi mutsubi wasurezu
To look upon the mountains where the clouds hang is a fond memory for me too, and I do not forget the closeness I came to know there for the blossoms' sake.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yama fukami kasumi kometaru shiba no io ni kototou mono wa uguisu no koe
In my brushwood hut, deep in the mountains and shrouded in haze, the only thing that comes to call on me is the warbler's voice.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Uguisu wa inaka no tani no su naredomo dabitaru ne oba nakanu narikeri
Though the warbler makes its nest in a valley in the countryside, it never sings in a rustic voice.
Sankashu - Saigyō