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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Iwanu yori kokoro ya yukite shirube suru nagamuru kata o hito no tou made
Before I ever spoke, did my heart travel to you and lead the way, so that you have come to ask in which direction my gaze is turned?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takafusa
Nagame wabi sore to wa nashi ni mono zo omou kumo no hatate no yūgure no sora
Weary even of gazing, I find myself lost in thought for no reason I can name, beneath the evening sky where the clouds trail off to their farthest edge.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michiteru
Omoi amari sonata no sora o nagamureba kasumi o wakete harusame zo furu
My love too great to hold, I gaze at the sky in the direction where you are, and through the parting spring haze the spring rain is falling.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Yamagatsu no asa no sagoromo osa o arami awade tsukihi ya sugi fukeru io
The hempen robe of a mountain woodsman is coarsely reeded, so its threads never meet; have the months and days slipped by like that, without our meeting, in this hut roofed with cedar?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Omoedomo iwade tsukihi wa sugi no kado sasuga ni ikaga shinobihatsubeki
Though I love, the months have slipped by unspoken, as if behind a cedar gate barred shut; and yet, after all, how could I keep my love hidden to the very end?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadasada
Au koto wa katano no sato no sasa no io shino ni tsuyu chiru yowa no toko kana
Meeting you is hard, as the name of Katano village says; in my hut thatched with bamboo grass, the dew of my tears falls thick as on the reeds, over my bed in the depth of night.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Chirasu na yo shino no hagusa no kari ni te mo tsuyu kakarubeki sode no ue ka wa
Do not let it scatter. As reeds are cut, is this sleeve a place where dew may rest, even for a passing moment? No, it is not.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Shiratama ka tsuyu ka to towamu hito mo gana mono omou sode o sashite kotaemu
If only someone would ask me, "Are those white pearls, or dew?" Then I would answer by pointing to my sleeves, wet with the tears of longing.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Motozane
Itsu made mo inochi mo shiranu yo no naka ni tsuraki nageki no yamazu mo aru kana
In this world, where no one knows how long life will last, the bitter grief of love never ceases.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitaka
Waga koi wa chigi no katasogi kataku nomi yukiawade toshi no tsumorinuru kana
My love is like the half-cut ends of the crossed beams on a shrine roof: nothing but hardship, never meeting, while the years pile up one upon another.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinyoshi
Itsu to naku shio yaku ama no tomabisashi hisashiku narinu awanu omoi wa
Like the rush-thatched eaves of the fishers who burn salt at all hours, long, so long it has grown, this love of mine that never meets.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Motosuke
Moshio yaku ama no isoya no yūkeburi tatsu na mo kurushi omoi taenade
As evening smoke rises from the shoreside huts of fishers burning seaweed for salt, so rumors rise about me, and that too is painful, while the fire of my love never dies away.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Hideyoshi
Suma no ama no sode ni fukikosu shiokaze no naru to wa suredo te ni mo tamarazu
Like the salt wind that blows over the sleeves of the Suma fishers, sounding as it grows familiar, we have grown close, yet you slip through my hands as the wind does and never become mine.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Ari to te mo awanu tameshi no natorigawa kuchi dani hatene seze no umoregi
Though I live, I have become a byword for never meeting, like the Natori River; you buried wood sunk in its shoals, at least rot away and be done.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jakuren
Nagekazu yo ima hata onaji natorigawa seze no umoregi kuchihatenu tomo
I will grieve no more. Now that my name is on everyone's lips, it is all the same, even if I rot away like the buried wood in the shoals of the Natori River.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Namidagawa tagitsu kokoro no hayaki se o shigarami kakete seku sode zo naki
In the river of my tears, the swift shoals of a heart that seethes and rushes cannot be held back; I have no sleeve to set a weir across them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Nijoin no Sanuki