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- Sankashu
Nenohi suru nobe no ware koso nushi naru o goyō nashi tote hiku hito no naki
In the fields where the Day of the Rat is held, I am the true master—yet because I am not five-needled, no one comes to pull me up.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kono haru wa edaeda made ni sakayu beshi karetaru ki dani hana wa saku meri
This spring, every branch will surely flourish, for it seems that even withered trees are bursting into bloom.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Aware ni zo fukaki chikai no tanomoshiki kiyoki nagare no soko kumaretsutsu
How deeply moving and reassuring is that profound vow, which draws up even from the depths of the pure, flowing stream the wishes of the heart.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yukusue no na ni ya nagaren tsune yori mo tsuki sumiwataru shirakawa no mizu
Will its name flow on into the distant future? The moon shines clear, more than ever, across the waters of Shirakawa.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kaze tatade nami o osamuru uraura ni kogai o murete hirou narikeri
In bay after bay where no wind rises and the waves lie calm, people gather in crowds to pick up little shells.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Naniwagata shiohi wa murete idetatan shirasu no saki no kogai hiroi ni
At Naniwa Bay, when the tide goes out, let us set out together in crowds to gather little shells at the cape of white sandbanks.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kaze fukeba hana saku nami no oru tabi ni sakuragai yoru mishimae no ura
Whenever the wind blows, each time the blossoming waves break and fold, cherry shells come drifting ashore at the bay of Mishimae.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nami arau koromo no ura no kamigai o migiwa ni kaze no tatami oku kana
On the shore of Koromo Bay, washed by the waves, the wind lays the shells down along the water's edge, folding them like garments.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nami kakuru fukiage no hama no sudaregai kaze mo zo orosu isogi hirowan
The blind shells on Fukiage Beach where the waves wash in—the wind may sweep them away as one lets down a blind, so let us hurry and gather them.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shio somuru masuho no kogai hirou tote iro no hama to wa iu ni ya aruran
Is it because people gather the little masuho shells dyed by the tide that this place is called the Beach of Hues?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nami fusuru take no tomari no suzumegai ureshiki yo ni mo ainikeru kana
The sparrow shells of the Bamboo Anchorage, where the waves lie low, have met with a joyous age indeed.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nami yosuru shirara no hama no karasugai hiroiyasuku mo omōyuru kana
The raven-black shells on the white sands of Shirara, where the waves roll in—how easy they seem to gather.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kai ari na kimi ga misode ni ōwarete kokoro ni awanu koto mo naki yo wa
How worthwhile life is in this reign, sheltered beneath our lord's sleeves, where nothing fails to accord with the heart.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yama fukami sa koso arame to kikoetsutsu oto aware naru tani no kawamizu
Deep in the mountains, its sound comes to me as if to say, "so it must be here," the moving voice of the river water in the valley.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yama fukami maki no ha wakuru tsukikage wa hageshiki mono no sugoki narikeri
Deep in the mountains, the moonlight that pierces through the leaves of the maki trees is fierce and sharp, chilling in its loneliness.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yama fukami mado no tsurezure tou mono wa irozukisomuru haji no tachieda
Deep in the mountains, the only visitor to my idle window is the upright branch of the sumac just beginning to turn red.
Sankashu - Saigyō