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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Kono hodo wa shiru mo shiranu mo tamahoko no yukikau sode wa hana no ka zo suru
In these days, strangers and acquaintances alike, the sleeves of everyone going along the road carry the scent of the flowers.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Mata ya mimu Katano no mino no sakuragari hana no yuki chiru haru no akebono
Shall I ever see it again? The cherry-hunting on the imperial fields at Katano, the blossom falling like snow at daybreak in spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Chiri chirazu obotsukanaki wa harugasumi tanabiku yama no sakura narikeri
Fallen or not, I cannot tell: it is the cherry on the hills where the spring haze lies trailing.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Hafuribe no Narinaka
Yamazato no haru no yūgure kite mireba iriai no kane ni hana zo chirikeru
Coming to a mountain village at evening in spring, I find the flowers falling to the sound of the sunset bell.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Noin
Sakura chiru haru no yamabe wa ukarikeri yo o nogare ni to koshi kai mo naku
The spring hillside where the cherries fall is a wretched place after all: I left the world and came here, and it has gained me nothing.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Egyo
Yamazakura hana no shitakaze fukinikeri ko no moto goto no yuki no muragie
The wind has been through under the mountain cherries: at the foot of every tree lies snow, melted away in patches.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Mother of Prince Yasusuke
Harusame no soho furu sora no oyami sezu otsuru namida ni hana zo chirikeru
Like the spring rain that comes down steadily from the sky, my tears fall without pause; and with them the blossom is falling.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Shigeyuki
Karigane no kaeru wa kaze ya sasouramu sugiyuku mine no hana mo nokoranu
Is it the wind that draws the geese away home? On the peaks they cross, not a flower is left.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Shigeyuki
Toki shi mo are tanomu no kari no wakare sae hana chiru koro no Miyoshino no sato
Of all times, it is now, when the blossom is falling, that the geese of the rice fields must leave us too, here in the village of Yoshino.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Tomochika
Yama fukami sugi no muradachi mienu made onoe no kaze ni hana no chiru kana
So deep are the hills that the standing cedars are hidden: in the wind off the ridge the blossom comes scattering down.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Ko no shita no koke no midori mo mienu made yae chirishikeru yamazakura kana
The mountain cherries have fallen and lie in layers under the trees, until the green of the moss can no longer be seen.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Moroyori
Fumoto made onoe no sakura chirikozu wa tanabiku kumo to mite ya sugimashi
If the cherry from the ridge had not come drifting down as far as the foot of the hill, I should have taken it for trailing cloud and gone on past.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Hana chireba tou hito mare ni narihatete itoishi kaze no oto nomi zo suru
Now the flowers have fallen, visitors have become rare and then ceased altogether, and all I hear is the wind I so resented.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Norikane
Nagamu tote hana ni mo itaku narenureba chiru wakare koso kanashikarikere
Coming out to look at them, I have grown all too familiar with the flowers, and so the parting when they fall is the harder to bear.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Saigyo
Yamazato no niwa yori hoka no michi mogana hana chirinu ya to hito mo koso toe
If only there were some road through this mountain village other than my garden: someone may come and ask whether the flowers have fallen.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Echizen
Hana sasou Hira no yamakaze fukinikeri kogiyuku fune no ato miyuru made
The wind off Hira has been through, calling the blossom down, until the track of a boat rowing away can be seen on the water.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kunaikyo