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- Gosen Wakashu
Ware o koso tou ni ukarame harugasumi hana ni tsukete mo tachiyoranu kana
Visiting me may be a burden to you, but you do not drop by even on the pretext of the flowers, as the spring haze rises.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tachiyoranu haru no kasumi o tanomare yo hana no atari to mireba naruran
Put your trust in the spring haze that does not come near; it must be that it sees your house as a place of flowers and holds back.
Gosen Wakashu - Minamoto no Kiyokage
Kimi miyo to tazunete oreru yamazakura furinishi iro to omowazaranan
I sought out and broke off these mountain cherries so that you might see them; please do not think their color old and faded.
Gosen Wakashu - Ise
Kamisabite furinishi sato ni sumu hito wa miyako ni niou hana o dani mizu
Living in this village of Furu, hallowed and grown old, I cannot see even the blossoms that glow so brightly in the capital.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Miyoshino no Yoshino no yama no sakurabana shirakumo to nomi miemagaitsutsu
In fair Yoshino, the cherry blossoms on the Yoshino hills look like nothing but white clouds, impossible to tell apart.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Yamazakura sakinuru toki wa tsune yori mo mine no shirakumo tachimasarikeri
When the mountain cherries bloom, the white clouds on the peaks seem to rise thicker than ever.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Shirakumo to mietsuru mono o sakurabana kyō wa chiru to ya iro koto ni naru
They looked like white clouds until now—yet, cherry blossoms, is it because you fall today that your color seems so different?
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Waga yado no kage to mo tanomu fuji no hana tachiyoriku tomo nami ni oraru na
Wisteria blossoms, on whom I rely for shade at my house, even if the waves come surging in, do not let them break you.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hanazakari mada mo suginu ni Yoshinogawa kage ni utsurou kishi no yamabuki
Though the height of bloom has not yet passed, in the waters of the Yoshino River the kerria on its banks already seems to fade in its reflection.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Shinobikane nakite kawazu no oshimu o mo shirazu utsurou yamabuki no hana
Unable to bear it, the frogs cry out in grief—yet heedless of their mourning, the kerria blossoms fade and fall away.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Oritsureba tabusa ni kegaru tatenagara miyo no hotoke ni hana tatematsuru
If I were to break them off, my hand would defile them; so, just as they stand on the branch, I offer these flowers to the Buddhas of the three worlds.
Gosen Wakashu - Henjō
Minasoko no iro sae fukaki matsu ga e ni chitose o kanete sakeru fujinami
On the pine boughs, whose color runs deep even in their reflection on the water, the wisteria blooms in waves, as if pledged to a thousand years.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kagiri naki na ni ou fuji no hana nareba sokoi mo shiranu iro no fukasa ka
Since these wisteria blossoms bear the name of a boundless deep pool, how unfathomable is the depth of their color!
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sadakata
Iro fukaku nioishi koto wa fujinami no tachi mo kaerade kimi tomare to ka
Could it be that the wisteria glowed so deeply in color to tell you not to rise and return like the waves, but to stay here with us?
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanesuke
Sao sasedo fukasa mo shiranu fuchi nareba iro o ba hito mo shiraji to zo omou
Since this wisteria is a deep pool whose bottom no pole can reach, I think no one could ever fathom the depth of its color.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Kinō mishi hana no kao tote kesa mireba nete koso sara ni iro masarikere
Looking this morning at what I thought was the same flower-face I saw yesterday, I find that after a night's sleep its color is lovelier still.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sadakata