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- Shui Wakashu
Tago no ura ni kasumi no fukaku miyuru kana moshio no keburi tachi ya sou ran
How deep the haze lies over Tago Bay! Perhaps the smoke of the salt-burning fires has risen to join it.
Shui Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Omou koto iwade yaminan harugasumi yamaji mo chikashi tachi mo koso kike
I will leave what is in my heart unspoken; the mountain path where the spring haze rises is close by, and someone might stand there and overhear.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kasugano no ogi no yakehara asaru tomo mienu naki na o ōsu naru kana
Just as one might search the burnt reed fields of Kasugano and find nothing, you lay upon me a rumor that has no ground at all.
Shui Wakashu - Chūgū no Naishi
Yuki o usumi kakine ni tsumeru karanazuna nazusawamaku no hoshiki kimi kana
Like the shepherd's purse I picked by the hedge where the snow lay thin, you are the one I long to draw close to.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nagato
Tare ni yori matsu o mo hikan uguisu no hatsune kai naki kyō ni mo aru kana
For whose sake should I pull the young pines now? Today the warbler's first song and the first Day of the Rat alike are empty.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintō
Hikite miru ne no hi no matsu wa hodo naki o ikade komoreru chiyo ni ka aru ran
The young pine I pull up on the Day of the Rat is so small; how can a thousand ages be held within it?
Shui Wakashu - The Monk Egyo
Shimete koso chitose no haru wa kitsutsu mime matsu o tetayuku nani ka hiku beki
Only by marking it as my own will I come to see it every spring for a thousand years; why should I tire my hands pulling up the pine?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hitomoto no matsu no chitose mo hisashiki ni itsuki no miya zo omoiyararuru
If even the thousand years of a single pine are so long, how much more do my thoughts go out to the long years ahead of the High Priestess!
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Shitagō
Oi no yo ni kakaru miyuki wa ariki ya to kodakaki mine no matsu ni towaba ya
I would like to ask the pine on the peak of towering trees whether, in all its aged years, there has ever been such a splendid outing amid such deep snow.
Shui Wakashu - Kiyohara no Motosuke
Matsu naraba hiku hito kyō wa arinamashi sode no midori zo kai nakarikeru
Were I a pine, someone would surely pull me up today; but the green of my sleeves, though green too, is of no avail.
Shui Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Hiku hito mo nakute yaminuru Miyoshino no matsu wa ne no hi o yoso ni koso kike
The pine deep in Yoshino, left with no one to pull it up, only hears of the Day of the Rat as something far removed from itself.
Shui Wakashu - Kiyohara no Motosuke
Hiku hito mo nashi to omoishi azusayumi ima zo ureshiki moroya shitsureba
I, a catalpa bow I had thought no one would ever draw, am now overjoyed, for both arrows of the pair have struck home.
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Shitagō
Sakishi toki nao koso mishika momo no hana chireba oshiku zo omoinarinuru
While they bloomed I looked at them without much thought, these peach blossoms; but now that they fall, I have come to find them precious.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Yamazato no iei wa kasumi kometaredo kakine no yanagi sue wa to ni miyu
Though the dwelling in the mountain village is wrapped in haze, the tips of the willow by the hedge can be seen showing outside it.
Shui Wakashu - Yuge no Yoshitoki
Haru no no ni tokoro motomu to iu naru wa futari nu bakari mitetari ya kimi
You say you are looking for "tokoro" in the spring fields; tell me, have you found a place big enough for two to sleep?
Shui Wakashu - The Monk Gachō
Haru no no ni horu horu miredo nakarikeri yo ni tokoroseki hito no tame ni wa
In the spring fields we dug and dug, but found none, at least none for a man who takes up so much room in the world as you.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet