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- Manyoshu
Ikagoyama nobe ni sakitaru hagi mireba kimi ga ie naru obana shi omooyu
When I see the bush clover blooming in the fields of Mount Ikago, I am reminded of the pampas grass at your house.
Manyoshu - Kasa no Kanamura
Ominaeshi akihagi orere tamahoko no michiyukizuto to kowamu ko ga tame
Pick some maiden flowers and autumn bush clover, for the girl who will ask for a gift from the journey.
Manyoshu - Ishikawa no Okina
Waga seko o itsu zo ima ka to matsu nae ni omo ya wa miemu aki no kaze fuku
Just as I wait for you, wondering when, now or now, will your face appear? No; only the autumn wind blows.
Manyoshu - Fujiwara no Umakai
Yoi ni aite ashita omonami nabari no no hagi wa chiriniki momichi haya tsuge
The bush clover on Nabari Plain, whose name means hiding, like a lover too shy to show her face the morning after, has fallen; come quickly, autumn leaves, and take its place.
Manyoshu - The Priest Entatsu
Aki no no ni sakitaru hana o oyobi ori kakikazoureba nanakusa no hana
When I count on my fingers the flowers blooming in the autumn fields, there are seven kinds.
Manyoshu - Yamanoue no Okura
Aki no ta no hota o karigane kurakeku ni yo no hodoro ni mo nakiwataru kamo
Over the autumn fields with their ripening ears, the wild geese cross crying in the darkness, even as the night begins to pale.
Manyoshu - Emperor Shōmu
Kesa no asake karigane samuku kikishi nae nobe no asaji zo irozukinikeru
Just as I heard the cold cry of the wild geese at dawn this morning, the low reeds in the fields have taken on autumn color.
Manyoshu - Emperor Shōmu
Waga oka ni saoshika kinaku hatsuhagi no hanazumadoi ni kinaku saoshika
A stag comes crying to my hill: a stag that comes crying to woo the first blossoms of bush clover as his flower bride.
Manyoshu - Ōtomo no Tabito
Waga oka no akihagi no hana kaze o itami chirubeku narinu mimu hito mo gamo
The autumn bush clover on my hill is about to fall under the fierce wind; if only there were someone to see it.
Manyoshu - Ōtomo no Tabito
Aki no tsuyu wa utsushi ni arikeri mizudori no aoba no yama no irozuku mireba
So the autumn dew is a dye that stains the leaves; I see it now, as the mountain green with leaves turns to autumn colors.
Manyoshu - Prince Mihara
Hikoboshi no omoimasuramu kokoro yori miru ware kurushi yo no fukeyukeba
More than the Herdsman himself must be feeling, I who watch am pained, as the night grows ever later.
Manyoshu - Prince Yuhara
Tanabata no sode tsugu yoi no akatoki wa kawase no tazu wa nakazu tomo yoshi
At the dawn that ends the night when the Weaver Maiden lays her sleeves with his, the cranes of the river shallows need not cry.
Manyoshu - Prince Yuhara
Imogari to waga yuku michi no kawa shi areba tsukume musubu to yo zo fukenikeru
On the road I take to my wife there is a river, and while I was tying the tsukume, the night has grown late.
Manyoshu - Prince Ichihara
Saku hana mo osoro wa itowashi okute naru nagaki kokoro ni nao shikazukeri
Among flowers, too, the hasty early bloomers do not please me; nothing, after all, can match the lasting heart of the late-blooming bush clover.
Manyoshu - Lady Ōtomo no Sakanoue
Akihagi no chiri no magai ni yobitatete naku naru shika no koe no harukesa
Amid the swirl of falling autumn bush clover, a deer cries out, calling for its mate; how far away its voice sounds.
Manyoshu - Prince Yuhara
Toki machite fureru shigure no ame yaminu akemu ashita ka yama no momitamu
The autumn showers, which waited for their season to fall, have stopped; when morning dawns, will the mountains have turned to autumn colors?
Manyoshu - Prince Ichihara