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- Senzai Wakashu
Izukata to haru no yukue wa shiranedomo oshimu kokoro no saki ni tatsuran
I do not know in which direction the spring is going, yet my heart, grieving for it, will surely go on ahead of it.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tsuneie
Morotomo ni onaji miyako wa ideshikado tsui ni wa haru ni wakarenuru kana
The spring and I set out together from the same capital, but in the end, along the road, I have parted from the spring.
Senzai Wakashu - Rinken
Hana wa mina yomo no arashi ni sasowarete hitori ya haru no kyō wa yukuran
All the blossoms have been lured away by the storms blowing from every side; will the spring now depart today all alone?
Senzai Wakashu - Jōken
Hana no haru kasanaru kai zo nakarikeru chiranu hikazu no sowaba koso arame
Though the season of blossoms was doubled by the intercalary month, it was all to no avail; it would have been well only if the days when blossoms do not fall had been added.
Senzai Wakashu - Hangen
Oshimedomo kai mo nagisa ni haru kurete nami to tomo ni zo tachiwakarenuru
However much I grieve, it is to no avail; on the shore the spring grows dark, and along with the rising waves, I have parted from it.
Senzai Wakashu - Kakuchū
Tsune yori mo kyō no kururu o oshimu kana ima ikutabi no haru to shiraneba
More than on any other day, I grieve to see this day grow dark, for I do not know how many more springs I will have.
Senzai Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Kyō kurenu hana no chirishi mo kaku zo arishi futatabi haru wa mono o omou yo
Today the spring has ended. It was just like this when the blossoms fell. Twice in every spring we are plunged into sorrowful thought.
Senzai Wakashu - Kawachi
Natsugoromo hana no tamoto ni nugikaete haru no katami mo tomarazarikeri
I have taken off the sleeves dyed in blossom colors and changed into summer robes, and now not even a keepsake of spring remains.
Senzai Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Kyō kauru semi no hagoromo kite mireba tamoto ni natsu wa tatsu ni zo arikeru
Putting on the robes, thin as cicada wings, that I change into today, I find that summer begins right at my sleeves, as if cut from the cloth.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi
Akade yuku haru no wakare ni inishie no hito ya uzuki to iihajimeken
Was it the pain of parting from the spring, which leaves before we have had our fill of it, that made people long ago begin to call this month Uzuki, with its echo of sorrow?
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanekiyo
Muramura ni sakeru kakine no unohana wa ko no ma no tsuki no kokochi koso sure
The deutzia blooming in clusters here and there along the hedge look like moonlight filtering through the gaps between the trees.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Yūzukuyo honomeku kage mo unohana no sakeru watari wa sayakekarikeri
Even the faint light of the evening moon shines clear and bright where the deutzia are in bloom.
Senzai Wakashu - Sanjō Sanefusa
Tamagawa to oto ni kikishi wa unohana o tsuyu no kazareru na ni koso arikere
The Jewel River I had heard so much about turns out to be named for the dewdrops that adorn the deutzia like jewels.
Senzai Wakashu - Prince-Priest Kakushō
Mide suguru hito shi nakereba unohana no sakeru kakine ya Shirakawa no seki
Since no one passes by without stopping to look, this hedge where the deutzia bloom must be the Shirakawa Barrier, holding back every traveler.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Suemichi
Unohana no yosome narikeri yamazato no kakine bakari ni fureru shirayuki
It was only deutzia seen from afar: the white snow that seemed to lie on the hedges of the mountain village alone.
Senzai Wakashu - Kamo no Masahira
Unohana no kakine to nomi ya omowamashi shizu no fuseya ni keburi tatazu wa
I would have taken it for nothing but a hedge of deutzia, had smoke not been rising from a peasant's humble hut.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Atsutsune