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- Shui Wakashu
Iza kakute ori akashiten fuyu no tsuki haru no hana ni mo otorazarikeri
Come, let us stay just as we are and sit up until dawn, for the winter moon, I find, is in no way inferior to the flowers of spring.
Shui Wakashu - Kiyohara no Motosuke
Kagiri naku toku to wa suredo ashihiki no yamai no mizu wa nao zo kōreru
I am doing all I can to hurry and thaw it, but the water of the mountain spring, where the wild indigo grows, is still frozen.
Shui Wakashu - Sakon
Ariake no kokochi koso sure sakazuki ni hikage mo soite idenu to omoeba
It feels like a dawn with the moon still in the sky, for the cup, with its moon, has been brought out with the sunlight of the sacred vine added to it.
Shui Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Ashihiki no yamai ni sureru koromo oba kami ni tsukauru shirushi to zo omou
I take these robes printed with wild mountain indigo as the very mark of those who serve the gods.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Chihayaburu kami no igaki ni yuki furite sora yori kakaru yū ni zo arikeru
Snow has fallen on the sacred fence of the mighty gods, and it is, I see, the white mulberry cloth hung down from the sky.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hitorine wa kurushiki mono to koriyo to ya tabi naru yo shimo yuki no fururan
Is it to teach me once and for all that sleeping alone is hard that the snow falls on this night of all nights, while I am on a journey?
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Watatsumi mo yukige no mizu wa masarikeri ochi no shimajima miezu nariyuku
Even the sea, I find, swells with the water of melting snow: the distant islands are gradually disappearing from view.
Shui Wakashu - Nakatsukasa no Miko
Motoyui ni furisou yuki no shizuku ni wa makura no shita ni nami zo tachikeru
From the drops of snow that keep falling on my topknot cord, waves have risen beneath my pillow.
Shui Wakashu - Nakatsukasa no Miko
Sawarabi ya shita ni moyuran shimogare no nohara no keburi harumekinikeri
Perhaps young bracken is sprouting below the ground, for the smoke over the frost-withered fields being burned has taken on the air of spring.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Michiyori
Shimogare ni miekoshi ume wa sakinikeri haru ni wa waga mi awamu to wa su ya
The plum tree that looked withered by the frost has burst into bloom; will I too not meet with spring?
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Ume no hana nioi no fukaku mietsuru wa haru no tonari no chikaki narikeri
The plum blossoms seemed so deep in color and scent because spring's neighbor, I now see, is close at hand.
Shui Wakashu - Mimune no Motonatsu
Ume mo mina haru chikashi tote saku mono o matsu toki mo naki ware ya nani naru
All the plum trees bloom because spring, they say, is near; what, then, am I, who have no season to wait for?
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Mubatama no waga kurokami ni toshi kurete kagami no kage ni fureru shirayuki
On my hair, once black as the jet-black berry, the year has drawn to its close, and in the mirror's reflection I see that white snow has fallen.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Kinō yori ochi o ba shirazu momotose no haru no hajime wa kyō ni zo arikeru
Of the distant days before yesterday I know nothing; the beginning of a spring that will last a hundred years is this very day.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Harubaru to kumoi o sashite yuku fune no yukusue tōku omōyuru kana
Like a boat that sails on and on toward the far edge of the sky, your future seems to stretch away, long and distant.
Shui Wakashu - Ise
Hana no iro mo tokiwa naranan nayotake no nagaki yo ni oku tsuyu shi kakaraba
May the color of the blossoms too stay ever unchanging, if only the dew that settles on the long joints of the slender bamboo through the long ages falls on them as well.
Shui Wakashu - Kiyohara no Motosuke