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- Senzai Wakashu
Kokonoe ni yae yamabuki o utsushite wa Ide no kawazu no kokoro o zo kumu
Now that I have moved my double-flowered kerria to the ninefold palace, I can enter into the feelings of the river frogs of Ide, who must miss it so.
Senzai Wakashu - Higo
Yoshinogawa kishi no yamabuki sakinureba soko ni zo fukaki iro wa miekeru
Now that the kerria on the banks of the Yoshino River have bloomed, it is on the riverbed below that their deepest color can be seen.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Noritsuna
Kuchinashi no iro ni zo sumeru yamabuki no hana no shita yuku Ide no kawamizu
Flowing beneath the kerria blossoms, the waters of the Ide River run clear, tinged the yellow of gardenia.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sadatsune
Ika nareba haru o kasanete mitsuredomo yae ni nomi saku yamabuki no hana
How can it be? Though I have watched them through spring after spring, layering the years, the kerria blossoms still bloom only eightfold.
Senzai Wakashu - Koremune no Hirokoto
Yamabuki no hana no tsuma to wa kikanedomo utsurou nae ni naku kawazu kana
I have never heard that the frogs were the kerria's mates, yet as the blossoms fade, the frogs cry out as if in mourning.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kiyosuke
Izukata ni nioi masuramu fuji no hana haru to natsu to no kishi o hedatete
On which side will the wisteria shine more beautifully, I wonder, as it blooms with spring and summer facing each other across the shores?
Senzai Wakashu - The Mother of Prince Yasusuke
Kokonoe ni sakeru o mireba fuji no hana koki murasaki no kumo zo tachikeru
Seeing the wisteria in bloom within the palace, I find that clouds of deep purple seem to have risen there.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukeie
Toshi furedo kawaranu matsu o tanomite ya kakarisomeken ike no fujinami
Did the wisteria by the pond begin to twine about the pine because they trusted in a tree that does not change however many years go by?
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinyoshi
Ware mo mata haru to tomo ni ya kaeramashi asu bakari o ba koko ni kurashite
Shall I too go back with the departing spring, after spending just one more day, tomorrow, here?
Senzai Wakashu - Retired Emperor Nijō
Hana wa ne ni tori wa furusu ni kaeru nari haru no tomari o shiru hito zo naki
Blossoms return to their roots and birds to their old nests, so they say, yet no one knows where the spring goes to rest.
Senzai Wakashu - Retired Emperor Sutoku
Inochi araba mata mo ainamu haru naredo shinobigatakute kurasu kyō kana
If I live, I shall surely meet the spring again, yet the parting is past bearing, and I spend this final day in sorrow.
Senzai Wakashu - Prince Tomohira
Nagamureba omoiyarubeki kata zo naki haru no kagiri no yūgure no sora
As I gaze, lost in thought, there is no way to ease my heart: the sky at dusk on the very last day of spring.
Senzai Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Kurete yuku haru wa nokori mo naki mono o oshimu kokoro no tsukisezaruran
The spring now drawing to its close has nothing left, so why is it that the heart that mourns it never runs out?
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takasue
Irihi sasu yama no ha sae zo urameshiki kurezu wa haru no kaeramashi ya wa
I resent even the mountain ridge where the setting sun is shining; if only the day would not end, would spring then go away? Surely not.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Masamichi
Ikukaeri kyō ni waga mi no ainuran oshiki wa haru no suguru nomi ka wa
How many times have I met this day on which spring ends? Is it only the passing of spring that I grieve? Surely not.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sadanari
Mi no usa mo hana mishi hodo wa wasurareki haru no wakare o nageku nomi ka wa
While I gazed upon the blossoms, even my own sorrows were forgotten. Is it only my parting from spring that I grieve? Surely not.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Nakatsuna