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Kaze sawagu ochi no toyama ni kumo harete sakura ni kumoru haru no yo no tsuki
On the distant hills the stirring wind has cleared the clouds away, yet the spring night's moon is clouded now by cherry blossoms.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Nagamureba koromode kasumu hisakata no tsuki no miyako no haru no yo no sora
As I gaze lost in thought, even my sleeves seem veiled in haze—the spring night sky where the capital of the moon lies.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Furusato wa mishi goto mo arazu arenikeru kage zo mukashi no haru no yo no tsuki
My old home is nothing like what I once knew; it has fallen into ruin—only the light of the spring night's moon remains as it was long ago.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tare sumite tare nagamuramu furusato no yoshino no miya no haru no yo no tsuki
Who lives there now, and who gazes on it—the clear moon of a spring night over the old palace of Yoshino?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sumiyoshi no matsu no kogakure yuku tsuki no oboro ni kasumu haru no yo no sora
The moon passing behind the pines of Sumiyoshi hangs dim and hazy in the spring night sky.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Naniwagata kogiizuru fune no me mo haru ni kasumi ni kiete kaeru karigane
A boat rows out from Naniwa Bay until it is far beyond sight, and into the spring haze beyond it the wild geese vanish as they return north.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Nagametsutsu omou mo kanashi kaeru kari yukuramu kata no yūgure no sora
Gazing on in thought, even to think of it is sad—the evening sky in the direction where the homeward geese must be flying.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Karigane no kaeru tsubasa ni kaoru nari hana o uramuru haru no yamakaze
A fragrance clings to the wings of the geese flying home—carried by the spring mountain wind that seems to bear the blossoms a grudge.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Aoniyoshi nara no yama naru yobukodori itaku na naki so kimi mo konaku ni
Calling bird on the hills of Nara, don't cry out so—my love will not come, however you call.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Takamado no onoe no kigisu asana asana tsuma ni koitsutsu naku ne kanashi mo
Morning after morning the pheasant on the peak of Mount Takamado cries out, yearning for its mate—how sad its voice is.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ono ga tsuma koiwabinikeri haru no no ni asaru kigisu no asana asana naku
How it pines for its own mate—the pheasant foraging in the spring fields cries out morning after morning.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Asajiwara yukue mo shiranu nobe ni idete furusatobito wa sumire tsumikeri
Going out into the endless fields of sparse reeds, the people of the old village gathered violets.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tachikaeri mite mo wataramu ōigawa kawabe no matsu ni kakaru fujinami
I'll turn back and look again before I cross the Ōi River—at the waves of wisteria hanging on the pines along its banks.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tago no ura no kishi no fujinami tachikaeri orade wa yukaji sode wa nuru tomo
I'll turn back to the wisteria waves on the shore of Tago Bay—I won't leave without breaking off a spray, even if my sleeves get soaked.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ito haya mo kurenuru haru ka waga yado no ike no fujinami utsurowanu ma ni
How quickly spring is ending—while the wisteria by the pond at my house has not yet begun to fade.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Furusato no ike no fujinami tare uete mukashi wasurenu katami naruramu
Who planted the wisteria by the pond of my old home, that it lives on as a keepsake that has not forgotten the past?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo