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- Manyoshu
Furinishi omina ni shite ya kaku bakari koi ni shizumamu tawarawa no goto
An old woman worn with years, should I sink so deeply into love—like a little child held in someone's arms?
Manyoshu - Lady Ishikawa
Nifu no kawa se wa watarazute yukuyuku to koitashi waga se ide kayoi kone
I have not crossed the shallows of the Nifu River; I only linger and hold back, aching with longing, my dear brother. Come, please come and see me!
Manyoshu - Prince Naga
Iwami no ya takatsunoyama no ko no ma yori waga furu sode o imo mitsuramu ka
Through the trees of Mount Takatsuno in Iwami, I wave my sleeve to her—has my beloved seen it?
Manyoshu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Sasa no ha wa miyama mo saya ni sayagedomo ware wa imo omou wakarekinureba
Though the leaves of bamboo grass rustle and stir all across the mountain, I think only of my wife, for I have come away from her.
Manyoshu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Iwami naru takatsunoyama no ko no ma yu mo waga sode furu o imo mikemu kamo
From between the trees of Mount Takatsuno in Iwami, I waved my sleeve to her—did my beloved see it then?
Manyoshu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Aokoma ga agaki o hayami kumoi ni zo imo ga atari o sugite kinikeru
My dark horse moved so swiftly that I have passed far beyond the place where my beloved lives, until it lies away among the clouds.
Manyoshu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Akiyama ni otsuru momijiba shimashiku wa na chiri magai so imo ga atari mimu
O colored leaves falling on the autumn hills, do not scatter and swirl for just a little while—let me look toward the place where my beloved lives.
Manyoshu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Iwami no umi utsuta no yama no ko no ma yori waga furu sode o imo mitsuramu ka
From between the trees on Mount Utsuta by the sea of Iwami, I wave my sleeve to her—has my beloved seen it?
Manyoshu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Na omoi to kimi wa iedomo awamu toki itsu to shirite ka aga koizu aramu
You tell me not to grieve, but how can I keep from longing for you when I do not know when we will meet again?
Manyoshu - Yosami no Otome
Iwashiro no hamamatsu ga e o hikimusubi masakiku araba mata kaerimimu
At Iwashiro I draw together and tie the branches of the beach pine. If I am granted safety, I will return and see them again.
Manyoshu - Prince Arima
Ie ni areba ke ni moru ii o kusamakura tabi ni shi areba shii no ha ni moru
At home I would serve my rice in a bowl, but now that I am on a journey, I serve it on the leaves of the shii oak.
Manyoshu - Prince Arima
Iwashiro no kishi no matsu ga e musubikemu hito wa kaerite mata mikemu kamo
The man who, they say, tied the branches of the pine on the shore at Iwashiro—did he ever return to see them again?
Manyoshu - Naga no Okimaro
Iwashiro no nonaka ni tateru musubimatsu kokoro mo tokezu inishie omoyu
Like the tied pine standing in the fields at Iwashiro, my heart stays knotted and will not loosen, and I cannot help thinking of long ago.
Manyoshu - Naga no Okimaro
Amagakeri arigayoitsutsu mirame domo hito koso shirane matsu wa shiruramu
Soaring like a bird, his spirit must keep coming back to look upon it; people may not know, but surely the pine knows.
Manyoshu - Yamanoue no Okura
Nochi mimu to kimi ga musuberu iwashiro no komatsu ga ure o mata mo mimu kamo
The tip of the little pine at Iwashiro, which you tied, my lord, meaning to see it later—shall I too ever see it again?
Ama no hara furisake mireba ōkimi no miinochi wa nagaku amatarashitari
When I look up far into the wide heavens, I see that our great lord's life is long, filling the sky to its utmost.
Manyoshu - Yamato no Hime no Ōkimi