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- Gosen Wakashu
Hitoyo nomi neteshi kaeraba fuji no hana kokoro toketaru iro misen ya wa
If you sleep here but a single night and then go home, would the wisteria ever show you its colors with a heart fully opened?
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanesuke
Asaborake shita yuku mizu wa asakeredo fukaku zo hana no iro wa miekeru
At daybreak, the stream that flows beneath the wisteria is shallow, yet how deep the color of the blossoms appears in it.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Uguisu no ito ni yoru chō tamayanagi fuki na midari so haru no yamakaze
Do not blow and tangle the lovely willow, whose branches the warbler is said to twist into thread, O mountain wind of spring.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Itsu no ma ni chirihatenuran sakurabana omokage ni nomi iro o misetsutsu
When did you scatter away entirely, cherry blossoms? Now you show me your color only in the image left in my mind.
Gosen Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Chiru koto no uki mo wasurete aware chō koto o sakura ni yadoshitsuru kana
Forgetting even the sorrow of their falling, I have given every word of wonder I have to the cherry blossoms.
Gosen Wakashu - Minamoto no Nakanobu
Sakurairo ni kitaru koromo no fukakereba suguru haruhi mo oshikeku mo nashi
Since I wear a robe dyed deep in the color of cherry blossoms, I feel no regret for the days of spring slipping by.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Amari sae arite yuku beki toshi dani mo haru ni kanarazu au yoshi mogana
Even in a year that passes with an extra month to spare, I wish I had some sure way to meet with spring at last.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Tsune yori mo nodokekaru beki haru nareba hikari ni hito no awazarame ya wa
Since this spring should be calmer and longer than usual, how could anyone fail to be touched by its light?
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadahira
Kimi kozute toshi wa kureniki tachikaeri haru sae kyō ni narinikeru kana
You never came, and the year ended; now the new year has come round, and even spring has reached its final day.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatada
Tomo ni koso hana o mo mime to matsu hito no konu mono yue ni oshiki haru kana
I waited, thinking we would surely see the flowers together, but you did not come—and so how I regret this passing spring.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatada
Kimi ni dani towarede fureba fuji no hana tasogaredoki mo shirazu zo arikeru
Since I pass my days without even you to visit me, in this season of wisteria I have not even known the twilight hour when one asks, "Who goes there?"
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Yaemugura kokoro no uchi ni fukakereba hanami ni yukamu idetachi mo sezu
The tangled creepers have grown so thick within my heart that I cannot even bring myself to set out to see the flowers.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Oshimedomo haru no kagiri no kyō no mata yūgure ni sae narinikeru kana
No matter how I cling to it, today, the last day of spring, has now turned to evening as well.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Yukusaki o oshimishi haru no asu yori wa kinishi kata ni mo narinu beki kana
The spring I cherished as something still ahead must, from tomorrow, become a thing of the past.
Gosen Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Yukusaki ni nari mo ya suru to tanomishi o haru no kagiri wa kyō ni zo arikeru
I had hoped spring might still lie ahead, but now I see that today is its very last day.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Hana shi araba nani ka wa haru no oshikaran kuru tomo kyō wa nagekazaramashi
If only the flowers remained, why would I regret the spring? Even as it ended, I would not grieve today.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet