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- Shui Wakashu
Shiranami wa furusato nare ya momijiba no nishiki o kitsutsu tachikaeruran
Is this the white waves' home, that they keep returning to it again and again, clad in a brocade of autumn leaves?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Momijiba no nagaruru toki wa Takegawa no fuchi no midori mo iro kawaruramu
When the autumn leaves float down, even the green of the deep pools of the Takegawa, the Bamboo River, must change its color.
Shui Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Mizu no omo no fukaku asaku mo miyuru kana momiji no iro ya fuchise naruran
How the surface of the water looks both deep and shallow; is it the colors of the autumn leaves that form its deep pools and shallow rapids?
Shui Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Tsukikage no Tanakamigawa ni kiyokereba ajiro ni hio no yoru mo miekeri
The moonlight on the Tanakami River is so clear that even by night I can see the ice-fish drawing near the fish weirs.
Shui Wakashu - Kiyohara no Motosuke
Ikade nao ajiro no hio ni koto towamu nani ni yorite ka ware o towanu to
Somehow I would still like to ask the ice-fish at the weirs: what is it that they draw near to, and why is it that he does not come to visit me?
Shui Wakashu - Shuri
Hafuriko ga iwau yashiro no momijiba mo shime oba koete chiru to iu mono o
Even the autumn leaves of the shrine that the priests keep so carefully holy scatter beyond the sacred rope, they say, and yet...
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ika nareba momiji ni mo mada akanaku ni aki hatenu to wa kyō o iuran
Why is it that, though I have not yet had my fill of the autumn leaves, people say that today is the day autumn ends?
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Shitagō
Aki mo mada tōku mo aranu ni ikade nao tachikaere to mo tsuge ni yaramashi
Autumn has not yet gone very far; shall I somehow, all the same, send a messenger after it to tell it to turn back?
Shui Wakashu - Kiyohara no Motosuke
Somayama ni tatsu keburi koso kannazuki shigure o kudasu kumo to narikere
The smoke rising from the lumbering mountains has become the very clouds that send down the showers of the tenth month.
Shui Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Na o kikeba mukashi nagara no yama naredo shigururu koro wa iro kawarikeri
By its name it is Mount Nagara, "unchanged since of old," yet in the season of early winter showers its colors have changed.
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Shitagō
Momijiba ya tamoto naruran kannazuki shigururu goto ni iro no masareba
Have the autumn leaves become your sleeves? For with every shower of the tenth month their crimson deepens.
Shui Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Shiguretsutsu furinishi yado no koto no ha wa kakiatsumuredo tomarazarikeri
The leaves of words from the old house where the showers kept falling, though I raked them together and wrote them out, have not stayed with us.
Shui Wakashu - Nakatsukasa
Mukashi yori nadakaki yado no koto no ha wa kono moto ni koso ochitsumoru tee
The leaves of words from that house famed since days of old, they say, have fallen and piled up in this very book, as leaves pile up beneath a tree.
Shui Wakashu - Emperor Murakami
Yamagatsu no kakiho watari o ika ni zo to shimo karegare ni tou hito mo nashi
No one comes to ask how things are around the hedge of this humble mountain dwelling, for as the plants wither in the frost, visitors too have drifted away.
Shui Wakashu - Daughter of Fujiwara no Yoshichika
Miyamagi o asana yūna ni koritsumete samusa o kouru Ono no sumiyaki
Cutting and stacking timber from the deep mountains morning and evening, the charcoal burner of Ono longs for the cold to come.
Shui Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Nihodori no kōri no seki ni tojirarete tamamo no yado o kare ya shinuran
Has the little grebe, shut in by the barrier of ice, left its home among the jewel-weeds, now withered?
Shui Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada