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- Kinkaishu
Asagiyome kōshi na ake so yuku haru o waga neya no uchi ni shibashi todomemu
You who sweep in the morning, don't open the lattice—I mean to keep the departing spring here in my bedchamber a little longer.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Oshimu tomo koyoi akenaba asu yori wa hana no tamoto o nugi ya kaesamu
However I grieve, once this night breaks, must I take off my blossom-colored sleeves tomorrow and change into another robe?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kikazariki yayoi no yama no hototogisu haru kuwawareru toshi ni wa arishika
Never before had I heard a cuckoo in the hills in the third month—so this, then, was a year with an extra month of spring.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Mite nomi zo odorokarenuru nubatama no yume ka to omoishi haru no nokoreru
Just seeing it startled me—here still lingers the spring I had thought was gone like a dream.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Oshimikoshi hana no tamoto mo nugikaetsu hito no kokoro zo natsu ni wa arikeru
Even the blossom-hued sleeves I had so regretted parting with, I have now changed—it was my own heart, I find, that had already become summer.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Natsugoromo tatsuki no yama no hototogisu itsushika nakamu koe o kikabaya
O cuckoo of Mount Tatsuki, whose name speaks of cutting and wearing summer robes—how soon will you sing? I long to hear your voice.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Haru sugite ikuka mo aranedo waga yado no ike no fujinami utsuroinikeri
Though spring has passed only a few days ago, the wisteria by the pond at my house has already faded.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Waga yado no kakine ni sakeru u no hana no ukikoto shigeki yo ni koso arikere
Like the deutzia blooming thick along the hedge of my house, this world is thick with sorrows.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kami matsuru uzuki ni nareba u no hana no uki koto no ha no kazu ya masaramu
Now that the fourth month of divine festivals has come, will the sorrowful words offered to the gods grow as many as the leaves of the deutzia?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Satsuki matsu oda no masurao itoma nami sekiiru mizu ni kawazu nakunari
The men of the fields, awaiting the planting month, have no moment to spare—and in the water they have dammed and let in, I hear the frogs singing.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hototogisu kanarazu matsu to nakeredomo yona yona me o mo samashitsuru kana
It is not that I am waiting for the hototogisu, and yet night after night I have found myself waking.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hototogisu kiku to wa nashi ni takekuma no matsu ni zo natsu no hikazu henubeki
Without ever hearing the hototogisu, I shall spend summer's days only waiting, like the pine of Takekuma.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hatsukoe o kiku to wa nashi ni kyō mo mata yama hototogisu matazu shimo arazu
Though I have no hope of hearing its first call, today once again I cannot say I am not waiting for the mountain hototogisu.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Natsugoromo tachishi toki yori ashihiki no yama hototogisu nakanu hi zo naki
Ever since summer robes were cut and summer began, not a day has passed without the mountain hototogisu singing.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yama chikaku iei shi oreba hototogisu naku hatsukoe o ware nomi zo kiku
Because I live close to the hills, I alone hear the first call of the hototogisu.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yūyami no tazutazushiki ni hototogisu koe uraganashi michi ya madoeru
In the dim, uncertain dark of evening, the hototogisu's voice sounds so sorrowful—has it lost its way?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo