- Top
- -
- Kinkaishu
Yamabuki no hana no shizuku ni sode nurete mukashi oboyuru tamagawa no sato
My sleeves wet with drops from the yellow kerria blossoms, the village of Tamagawa brings back the days of old.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yamabuki no hana no sakari ni narinureba ide no watari ni yukanu hi zo naki
Now that the kerria is in full bloom, not a day passes that I don't go out to Ide.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tamamo karu ide no shigarami haru kakete saku ya kawase no yamabuki no hana
At the weir of Ide where they cut the jeweled water-weed, the kerria blooms all through the spring along the river shallows.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tamamo karu ide no kawakaze fukinikeri minawa ni ukabu yamabuki no hana
The river wind has blown along the Ide where they cut the jeweled water-weed—and now kerria blossoms float on the foam.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Koe takami kawazu naku nari ide no kawa kishi no yamabuki ima wa chiruramu
The frogs are singing so loudly—by now the kerria on the banks of the Ide must be scattering.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tachikaeri miredomo akazu yamabuki no hana chiru kishi no haru no kawanami
I keep turning back to look and never tire of it—the spring river waves along the bank where the kerria blossoms scatter.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ima ikuka haru shi nakereba harusame ni nuru tomo oramu yamabuki no hana
Only a few days of spring remain—so even if the spring rain soaks me, I'll break off a spray of yellow kerria.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Waga yado no yae no yamabuki tsuyu o omomi uchiharau sode no sobochinuru kana
The double kerria by my house is so heavy with dew that, brushing it off, my sleeve has been soaked through.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Harusame no tsuyu no yadori o fuku kaze ni koborete niou yamabuki no hana
When the wind blows through the blossoms where the spring rain's dew has lodged, the dew spills and the yellow kerria glows all the brighter.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Waga kokoro ika ni seyo to ka yamabuki no utsurou hana ni arashi tatsuramu
What would you have my heart do? Must a storm rise against the kerria blossoms even as they fade?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Onozukara aware to mo miyo haru fukami chirinokoru kishi no yamabuki no hana
Look on them, I hope, with a tender heart of your own accord—these kerria blossoms still lingering on the bank now that spring has grown deep.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Chirinokoru kishi no yamabuki haru fukami kono hitoeda o aware to iwanamu
This single spray of kerria, still unfallen on the bank now that spring has grown deep—say that you find it dear, I pray.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Haru fukami arashi mo itaku fuku yado wa chirinokorubeki hana mo naki kana
With spring grown deep and the storm blowing hard at my house, there is not a single blossom left that might have lingered.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Nagamekoshi hana mo munashiku chirihatete hakanaku haru no kurenikeru kana
The blossoms I gazed on so long in thought have all fallen in vain, and spring has fleetingly drawn to its close.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Izukata ni yukikaeruramu harugasumi tachiidete yama no ha ni mo mienaku ni
Where can it be going home to, the spring haze? It has risen and gone, and cannot be seen even along the mountain ridge.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yuku haru no katami to omou ni amatsu sora ariake no tsuki wa kage mo taeniki
I had thought of it as a keepsake of departing spring, yet the dawn moon in the wide sky has lost its light as well.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo