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- Shui Wakashu
Hi no moto ni sakeru sakura no iro mireba hito no kuni ni mo araji to zo omou
Seeing the color of the cherry blossoms blooming beneath the lamp, here in the land of the sun, I think there could be nothing like them in any other land.
Shui Wakashu - Younger Brother of Taira no Kanemori
Miyamagi no futaba mitsuba ni moyuru made kiesenu yuki to mie mo suru kana
Until the trees deep in the mountains sprout their second and third leaves, as if burning green, the mountain cherries look like snow that never melts.
Shui Wakashu - Taira no Kinzane
Katayama ni hata yaku onoko ka no miyuru miyamazakura wa yokite hata yake
You there, burning the fields on the hillside: spare the mountain cherry you can see over there as you burn your fields!
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nagato
Ushirometa ikade kaeran yamazakura akanu nioi o kaze ni makasete
How uneasy I feel! How can I go home, O mountain cherry, leaving your beauty, of which I never tire, at the mercy of the wind?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hisashikare ada ni chiru na to sakurabana kame ni saseredo utsuroinikeri
"Last long, do not scatter in vain," I said, setting the cherry blossoms in a vase, and yet they have already faded.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Tonomori no tomo no miyatsuko kokoro araba kono haru bakari asagiyome su na
You palace housekeepers, servants of the court, if you have any feeling, for this spring at least, do not do your morning sweeping.
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Kintada
Sakurabana Mikasa no yama no kage shi areba yuki to furedomo nureji to zo omou
Though the cherry blossoms fall like snow, I think I will not get wet, for I am sheltered by Mount Mikasa, whose very name means "hat."
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Toshigoto ni haru no nagame wa seshikadomo mi sae furu tomo omowazarishi o
Every spring, through the long rains, I would gaze out lost in thought, yet I never imagined that, as the rain fell, I myself would grow old.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Toshigoto ni haru wa kuredomo ikemizu ni ouru nunawa wa taezu zo arikeru
Year after year spring comes and goes, yet the water shield growing in the pond, however much it is reeled in, never runs out.
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Shitagō
Harukaze wa nodokekaru beshi yae yori mo kasanete nioe yamabuki no hana
Surely the spring wind will be gentle this year; bloom in layer upon layer, even beyond your eightfold petals, O kerria blossoms!
Shui Wakashu - Sugawara no Sukeaki
Urabito wa kasumi o ami ni musubeba ya nami no hana o mo tomete hiku ran
Have the shore folk knotted the spring haze into a net, I wonder, that they catch and haul in even the white flowers of the waves?
Shui Wakashu - Sugawara no Sukeaki
Yana mireba kawakaze itaku fuku toki zo nami no hana sae ochimasarikeru
Looking at the weir, I see that when the river wind blows hard, not only the blossoms but even the white flowers of the waves fall upon it all the more.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Ko no ma yori chirikuru hana o azusayumi e ya wa todomenu haru no katami ni
Could we not hold back the blossoms falling from between the trees, as one draws a catalpa bow, and keep them as a keepsake of the spring?
Shui Wakashu - Lady Ichijō
Haru sugite chirihatenikeru ume no hana tada kabakari zo eda ni nokoreru
Spring is past and the plum blossoms have all fallen; only this much, only their fragrance, still lingers on the branch.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takamitsu
Tani no to o toji ya hatetsuru uguisu no matsu ni oto sede haru mo suginuru
Has the bush warbler shut fast the door of its valley home? It never gave a call while I waited, and now spring has passed.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Michinaga
Yukikaeru haru o mo shirazu hana sakanu miyamagakure no uguisu no koe
Mine is the voice of a bush warbler hidden deep in the mountains where no flowers bloom, knowing nothing of the spring that comes and goes.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintō