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- Kinyo Wakashu
Tamakashiwa niwa mo hahiro ni nari ni keri ko ya yū shidete kami matsuru koro
Even in the garden the fine oak trees have spread their broad leaves. Is this, then, the season when we hang sacred cotton strips and worship the gods?
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Yuki no iro o ubaite sakeru unohana ni ono no satobito fuyugomori su na
Seeing the deutzia blooming white as if it had stolen the color of the snow, O people of Ono, do not mistake it for winter and shut yourselves indoors.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinzane
Izure o ka wakite oramashi yamazato no kakine tsuzuki ni sakeru unohana
Which should I single out to pick? All along the hedges of the mountain village, the deutzia blooms unbroken.
Kinyo Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Yuki to shimo magai mo hatezu unohana wa kurureba tsuki no kage ka to mo miyu
It is not only snow that the deutzia resembles; when evening falls, its blossoms can also seem to be the light of the moon.
Unohana no sakanu kakine wa nakeredomo na ni nagaretaru tamagawa no sato
There is no hedge where the deutzia does not bloom, yet the place whose name flows far and wide for it is the village of Tamagawa.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadamichi
Kamiyama no fumoto ni sakeru unohana wa taga shime yuishi kakine naruramu
The deutzia blooming at the foot of the sacred mountain: whose hedge could it be, roped off with sacred cords?
Shizu no me ga ashibi taku ya mo unohana no saki shi kakareba yatsurezarikeri
Even the hovel where a humble woman burns reeds for her fire does not look shabby, for the deutzia blooms all over it.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Miyama idete mada sato narenu hototogisu tabi no sora naru ne o ya nakuramu
Having just come down from the deep mountains and not yet at home in the village, is the cuckoo crying with the forlorn voice of one beneath a traveler's sky?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisue
Kyō mo mata tazune kurashitsu hototogisu ikade kikubeki hatsune naruramu
Today again I spent the whole day searching for you, cuckoo. How am I ever to hear your first song?
Hototogisu sugata wa mizu ni yadoredomo koe wa utsuranu mono ni zo arikeru
The cuckoo's form is mirrored in the water, but its voice, I find, is something that cannot be reflected there.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadamichi
Hototogisu nakitsu to kataru hitozute no kotonoha sae zo ureshikarikeru
Even the words passed on by someone else, telling me that the cuckoo has sung, fill me with joy.
Hototogisu otowa no yama no fumoto made tazuneshi koe o koyoi kiku kana
Cuckoo, I went all the way to the foot of Mount Otowa in search of your voice, and tonight, at last, I hear it.
Toshigoto ni kiku to wa suredo hototogisu koe wa furisenu mono ni zo arikeru
I hear it every year, and yet the cuckoo's voice, I find, is something that never grows old.
Koisu chō nakina ya tatamu hototogisu matsu ni nenu yo no kazu shi tsumoreba
Will people start a groundless rumor that I am in love? For waiting for the cuckoo, my sleepless nights keep piling up.
Hototogisu kokoro mo sora ni akugarete yogare gachi naru miyamabe no sato
Lured by the cuckoo, my heart drifts off into the sky, and night after night I stay away from home, lingering in the village by the deep hills.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Hototogisu akade suginuru koe ni yori ato naki sora o nagametsuru kana
Because the cuckoo's song passed by before I had heard my fill, I found myself gazing absently at the empty sky where it left no trace.