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- Sankashu
Yamazakura sakinu to kikite mi ni yukan hito o arasou kokoro todomete
Hearing that the mountain cherries have bloomed, I will go to see them, holding back the heart that would race against others.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yamazakura hodonaku miyuru nioi kana sakari o hito ni matare matarete
The beauty of the mountain cherries is seen for only a little while, though people waited and waited for them to reach full bloom.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hana no yuki no niwa ni tsumoru ni ato tsukeji kado naki yado to iichirasasete
Since the snow of blossoms lies piled in the garden, I will leave no footprints in it, and let it be spread about that my house has no gate.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nagametsuru ashita no ame no niwa no omo ni hana no yuki shiku haru no yūgure
On the garden where I gazed in brooding at the long morning rain, a snow of blossoms now lies spread—the dusk of a spring evening.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yoshinoyama fumoto no taki ni nagasu hana ya mine ni tsumorishi yuki no shitamizu
Are the blossoms carried down the falls at the foot of Mount Yoshino the waters flowing from beneath the snow that lay piled upon the peaks?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ne ni kaeru hana o okurite yoshinoyama natsu no sakai ni irite idenuru
Having seen off the blossoms as they returned to their roots, I went into Mount Yoshino as far as the border of summer, and came back out again.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nakan koe ya chirinuru hana no nagori naru yagate mataruru hototogisu kana
Is the voice soon to sing the lingering trace of the blossoms that have fallen? At once we find ourselves waiting for the cuckoo.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Haru kurete koe ni hana saku hototogisu tazunuru koto mo matsu mo kawaranu
Spring has ended, and now blossoms bloom in the cuckoo's voice; seeking it out and waiting for it are no different from the season of flowers.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kikade matsu hito omoishire hototogisu kikite mo hito wa nao zo matsumeru
O cuckoo, know the feelings of those who wait without having heard you; for even those who have heard you seem to go on waiting.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tokoro kara kikigataki ka to hototogisu sato o kaete mo matan to zo omou
Thinking it may be the place that makes the cuckoo hard to hear, I mean to wait for it even if I must change the village where I live.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hatsukoe o kikite no nochi wa hototogisu matsu mo kokoro no tanomoshiki kana
Once I have heard the cuckoo's first call, even waiting for it again leaves my heart feeling assured.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Samidare no harema tazunete hototogisu kumoi ni tsutau koe kikoyu nari
Seeking out a break in the early-summer rains, the cuckoo passes along the sky, and I seem to hear its voice.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hototogisu nabete kiku ni wa nizarikeri furuki yamabe no akatsuki no koe
The cuckoo's voice is nothing like what one usually hears—the voice heard before dawn by an old mountainside.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hototogisu fukaki yamabe ni sumu kai wa kozue ni tsuzuku koe o kiku kana
O cuckoo, the reward for living deep in the mountains is to hear your voice running on from treetop to treetop.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yoru no toko o naki ukasanan hototogisu mono omou sode o toi ni kitaraba
Cry until my bed at night floats on tears, O cuckoo, if you come to visit my sleeves that are wet with brooding.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hototogisu tsuki no katabuku yama no ha ni idetsuru koe no kaeri iru kana
O cuckoo, your voice that came forth goes back again into the mountain's rim where the moon is sinking low.
Sankashu - Saigyō