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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Hana zo miru michi no shibakusa fumiwakete Yoshino no miya no haru no akebono
It is the blossom I have come to see, pushing through the scrub that has grown over the road to the Yoshino palace, at first light in spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sueyoshi
Asahikage nioeru yama no sakurabana tsurenaku kienu yuki ka to zo miru
The cherry blossom on the mountain, glowing in the morning sun, might be snow that has stayed on unconcerned and will not melt.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ariie
Sakura saku tōyamadori no shidario no naganagashi hi mo akanu iro kana
Long as the trailing tail of a pheasant on the far hills where the cherries bloom, the whole long day is not enough to tire of this colour.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Ikutose no haru ni kokoro o tsukushikinu aware to omoe Miyoshino no hana
How many springs have I spent my heart upon you? Have some pity for me, flowers of Yoshino.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Hakanakute suginishi kata o kazoureba hana ni mono omou haru zo henikeru
When I count over the days that have slipped away to nothing, I find they were springs spent brooding over the flowers.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Shirakumo no tanabiku yama no yamazakura izure o hana to yukite oramashi
On the mountain where the white clouds trail, the mountain cherries: which of them should I go and break, taking it for the flower?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Morozane
Hana no iro ni amagiru kasumi tachimayoi sora sae niou yamazakura kana
The haze that dims the whole sky rises and drifts with the colour of the flowers, until the sky itself glows with the mountain cherries.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nagaie
Momoshiki no ōmiyabito wa itoma are ya sakura kazashite kyō mo kurashitsu
Have the palace people nothing to do? With cherry blossom in their hair they have let another whole day go by.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Yamabe no Akahito
Hana ni akanu nageki wa itsumo seshikadomo kyō no koyoi ni niru toki wa nashi
I have always grieved at never having my fill of the blossom; but there has never been a night like this one, tonight.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ariwara no Narihira
I mo yasuku nerarezarikeri haru no yo wa hana no chiru nomi yume ni mietsutsu
I could not sleep soundly at all: on a spring night my dreams held nothing but blossom falling.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Yamazakura chirite miyuki ni magainaba izure ka hana to haru ni towanamu
If the mountain cherries fall and cannot be told from the deep snow, let the question of which is the flower be put to spring itself.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ise
Waga yado no mono nari nagara sakurabana chiru o ba e koso todomezarikere
The cherry belongs to my own house, and still I have no power to hold it back from falling.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Kasumi tatsu haru no yamabe ni sakurabana akazu chiru to ya uguisu no naku
On the hazed spring hillside, is the warbler crying because the cherry falls before anyone can have enough of it?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Harusame wa itaku na furi so sakurabana mada minu hito ni chiramaku mo oshi
Spring rain, do not fall so hard: it would be a pity for the cherry to scatter before those who have not yet seen it.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Yamabe no Akahito
Hana no ka ni koromo wa fukaku narinikeri ko no shitakage no kaze no manimani
My robe has taken the scent of the flowers deeply, standing in the shade beneath the trees, just as the wind chose.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Kaze kayou nezame no sode no hana no ka ni kaoru makura no haru no yo no yume
The wind comes through, and the scent of the flowers on my sleeve as I wake has entered the pillow: a dream on a night in spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei