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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Kazu naraba kakaramashi ya wa yo no naka ni ito kanashiki wa shizu no odamaki
Had I been of any standing, would it have come to this? What grieves me most in this world is being as lowly as a spool of humble thread.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ono no Takamura
Hito naraba omou kokoro o iitemashi yoshi ya sa koso wa shizu no odamaki
If I were of any standing, I would tell you what my heart feels; but let it be, I am as lowly as a spool of humble thread.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Korenari
Waga yowai otoroe yukeba shirotae no sode no narenishi kimi o shi zo omou
As I grow old and frail, it is you I think of, as familiar to me as the sleeves of a white robe grown soft with long wear.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ima yori wa awaji to sure ya shirotae no waga koromode no kawaku toki naki
Is it because you mean never to meet me again that the sleeves of my white robe are never dry?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tamakushige akemaku oshiki atarayo o koromode karete hitori ka mo nen
On this precious night whose dawning I would regret, am I to sleep alone, parted from your sleeves?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Au koto o obotsukanakute sugusu kana kusaba no tsuyu no okikawaru made
Unsure whether we will ever meet, I let the days go by, until the dew on the grass has settled and vanished and settled again.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Aki no ta no homuke no kaze no katayori ni ware wa mono omou tsurenaki mono o
Like the wind that bends the ears of rice in the autumn fields all to one side, I brood only on my side, though you are cold to me.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hashitaka no nomori no kagami eteshigana omoi omowazu yoso nagara min
If only I had the field-warden's mirror, which once revealed the lost hawk; I would see from afar whether you love me or not.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ōyodo no matsu wa tsuraku mo aranaku ni uramite nomi mo kaeru nami kana
The pine at Ōyodo, waiting here, is not cold to you, yet like the waves you only look upon the bay and go back resentful.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Shiranami wa tachisawagu tomo korizuma no ura no mirume wa karan to zo omou
Though white waves rise and clamor like gossip, undeterred I mean to gather the seaweed of meeting on the shore of Suma.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Sashite yuku kata wa minato no ura takami uramite kaeru ama no tsuribune
The fisherman's boat heads for the harbor, but the waves in the bay run high, and it turns back, looking at the bay in resentment.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Toshi kureshi namida no tsurara tokenikeri koke no sode ni mo haru ya tatsuran
The icicles formed from the tears I shed at the year's end have melted away. Has spring begun even upon the moss-robed sleeves of one who has left the world?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Yamakage ya sara de wa niwa ni ato mo nashi haru zo kinikeru yuki no muragie
My dwelling in the mountain's shade: apart from where the snow has melted in patches, there is no trace of any visitor in the garden. Spring has come—I see it in the snow melting here and there.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ariie
Aware nari mukashi no hito o omou ni wa kinō no nobe ni miyuki semashi ya
How deeply moving it is. Had you been thinking of those of old, would you have made a royal outing to the meadow as you did yesterday?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Masanobu
Hikikaete nobe no keshiki wa mieshikado mukashi o kouru matsu wa nakariki
As I pulled the young pines, the look of the meadow seemed wholly changed from before, yet there was no pine that yearned for the days of old.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor En'yu
Haru kureba sode no kōri mo tokenikeri morikuru tsuki no yadoru bakari ni
Now that spring has come, even the ice on my sleeves, frozen from my tears, has melted—so much so that the moonlight seeping in comes to lodge upon them.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Gyōson