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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Tani fukami haru no hikari no osokereba yuki ni tsutsumeru uguisu no koe
Because the valley is so deep, the light of spring is slow to reach it, and the warbler's song is still wrapped up in the snow.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sugawara no Michizane
Furu yuki ni iro madowaseru ume no hana uguisu nomi ya wakite shinoban
The plum blossoms, their color lost among the falling snow—will the warbler alone tell them apart and hold them dear?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sugawara no Michizane
Osoku toku tsui ni sakinuru ume no hana ta ga ueokishi tane ni ka aruran
Late or early, the plum has bloomed at last—whose hand, I wonder, planted the seed from which it grew?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadahira
Momoshiki ni kawaranu mono wa ume no hana orite kazaseru nioi narikeri
What has not changed within the palace is the fragrance of the plum blossoms I broke off and wore in my headdress.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Kintada
Iroka o ba omoi mo irezu ume no hana tsune naranu yo ni yosoete zo miru
Giving no thought to their color or scent, I look upon the plum blossoms as a likeness of this world, where nothing lasts.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor Kazan
Ume no hana nani ni niouran miru hito no iro o mo ka o mo wasurenuru yo ni
O plum blossoms, for whom do you glow and give your scent, in a world where those who look on you have forgotten both color and fragrance?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kenshi
Harugasumi tanabikiwataru ori ni koso kakaru yamabe no kai mo arikere
It is just when the spring haze trails all across the hills that even a mountain hollow like this one finds its worth.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kaneie
Murasaki no kumo ni mo arade harugasumi tanabiku yama no kai wa nani zo mo
Not the auspicious purple clouds, but only spring haze trailing across the hills—what worth, then, could there be in such a mountain hollow?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor En'yu
Michi no be no kuchiki no yanagi haru kureba aware mukashi to shinobare zo suru
When spring comes, even the old, rotting willow by the roadside makes me sigh, "Ah, the days of old," and I find myself yearning for the past.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sugawara no Michizane
Mukashi mishi haru wa mukashi no haru nagara waga mi hitotsu no arazu mo aru kana
The spring I saw long ago is still the spring of long ago—only I myself am no longer what I was.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kiyohara no Fukayabu
Kakigoshi ni miru adabito no iezakura hana chiri bakari yukite oraba ya
The cherry of that fickle one's house, which I see over the hedge—I would like to go and break its branches, enough to make the blossoms scatter.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor En'yu
Ori ni ko to omoi ya suran hanazakura arishi miyuki no haru o koitsutsu
Perhaps the cherry blossoms are thinking, "Come and break our branches," as they long for the spring when you once honored us with a visit.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Asateru
Yorozuyo o furu ni kai aru yado nareba miyuki to miete hana zo chirikeru
Because this is a house worth dwelling in for ten thousand ages, the falling blossoms seemed both a deep snowfall and a royal progress.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Higo
Edagoto no sue made niou hana nareba chiru mo miyuki to miyuru naruran
Since these blossoms glow to the very tips of every branch, even their falling must look like deep snow and a royal progress.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Moromichi
Haru o hete miyuki ni naruru hana no kage furiyuku mi o mo aware to ya omou
O shade of the blossoms, grown used over many springs to royal progresses and deep snows of petals—do you feel pity, too, for me, growing old as the petals fall?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Narenarete mishi wa nagori no haru zo to mo nado shirakawa no hana no shitakage
How could I not have known that the spring I watched, so long familiar, would be the last? O shade beneath the blossoms of Shirakawa.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatsune