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- Sankashu
Shiori seshi nao yama fukaku wakeiran uki koto kikanu tokoro ari ya to
I will go deeper still into the mountains beyond where I have marked my path with broken branches, to see if there is any place where I will not hear of sorrows.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Aki wa kure kimi wa miyako e kaerinaba aware naru beki tabi no sora kana
Autumn is ending, and once you have gone back to the capital, how sorrowful the sky over this journey will be.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kimi o okite tachiizuru sora no tsuyukesa ni aki sae kururu tabi no kanashisa
Leaving you behind, I set out beneath a sky wet with dew, and autumn itself is ending too—such is the sorrow of this journey.
Sankashu - Kaga, Lady-in-Waiting to the Ōmiya
Tsuyu okishi niwa no kohagi mo karenikeri izura miyako ni aki tomaruran
Even the little bush clover in the garden where the dew lay has withered. Where in the capital, then, could autumn still be lingering?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shitau aki wa tsuyu mo tomaranu miyako e to nadote isogishi funade naruran
Why did I set out by boat in such a hurry for the capital, where not a dewdrop of the autumn I long for has remained?
Sankashu - Kaga, Lady-in-Waiting to the Ōmiya
Shirakawa no sekiya o tsuki no moru kage wa hito no kokoro o tomuru narikeri
The moonlight that leaks through the guardhouse of the Shirakawa barrier, as if keeping watch, is what holds back the traveler's heart.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Miyako idete ōsaka koeshi ori made wa kokoro kasumeshi shirakawa no seki
When I left the capital and crossed the Ōsaka barrier, the Shirakawa barrier was no more than a hazy thought in my heart.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Karenikeru matsu naki ato no takekuma wa miki to iite mo kai nakaru beshi
At Takekuma, where only the site remains of the withered pine, even if I were to say I saw it, or speak of its twin trunks, it would mean nothing.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Fumama uki momiji no nishiki chirishikite hito mo kayowanu omowaku no hashi
A brocade of autumn leaves, too lovely to tread upon, lies scattered across it—the Omowaku Bridge, where no one passes now.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Natorigawa kishi no momiji no utsuru kage wa onaji nishiki o soko ni sae shiku
The reflection of the autumn leaves on the banks of the Natori River spreads the same brocade even across the riverbed.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Toriwakite kokoro mo shimite sae zo wataru koromogawa mi ni kitaru kyō shi mo
Especially today, of all days, as I come to see the Koromo River, the cold spreads everywhere, chilling even my heart to the core.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Taguinaki omoiide wa no sakura kana usukurenai no hana no nioi wa
These cherry trees of Dewa will be a memory beyond compare—the lovely glow of their pale crimson blossoms.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Miyako chikaki ono ōhara o omoiizuru shiba no keburi no aware naru kana
How moving is this smoke of burning brushwood, calling to mind Ono and Ōhara so near the capital.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kaze araki shiba no iori wa tsune yori mo nezame zo mono wa kanashikarikeru
In my brushwood hut, where the wind blows so roughly, waking in the night is sadder than ever.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nani to naku miyako no kata o kiku sora wa mutsumashikute zo nagamerarekeru
For no particular reason, the sky toward which I listen for word of the capital feels close and dear, and I find myself gazing at it.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Mizuguki no kakinagasu beki kata zo naki kokoro no uchi wa kumite shiranan
There is no way for me to let my feelings flow out with the brush. Please draw up and understand what lies within my heart.