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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Furusato to omoi na hate so hanazakura kakaru miyuki ni au yo arikeri
Do not resign yourselves to thinking this merely an old, forgotten capital, O cherry blossoms—an age has come in which you meet so grand a royal progress.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Isa ya mata tsukihi no yuku mo shiranu mi wa hana no haru to mo kyō koso wa mire
Well, I cannot say—I, who did not know even that the months and days were passing, see it as the season of blossoms only today.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Moromitsu
Oru hito no sore naru kara ni ajikinaku mishi waga yado no hana no ka zo suru
Because the one who breaks the branches is none other than that person, I cannot help it: there comes the scent of the blossoms at my house that I once saw.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Izumi Shikibu
Mite mo mata mata mo mimaku no hoshikarishi hana no sakari wa sugi ya shinuran
The full bloom of the blossoms, which I longed to see again and again even after seeing them—has it already passed, I wonder?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takamitsu
Oinikeru shiraga mo hana mo morotomo ni kyō no miyuki ni yuki to miekeri
My white hair, grown old, and the blossoms alike—on this day of the royal progress, both look like snow.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshifusa
Sakurabana orite mishi ni mo kawaranu ni chiranu bakari zo shirushi narikeru
These cherry blossoms are no different from the real ones I once broke off and looked at—only their not scattering shows that they are made by hand.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadaie
Samo araba are kureyuku haru mo kumo no ue ni chiru koto shiranu hana shi niowaba
Let the spring pass away as it will, if within the palace, above the clouds, there are blossoms that never know how to fall.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Sakurabana sugiyuku haru no tomo tote ya kaze no oto senu yo ni mo chiruran
Do the cherry blossoms mean to keep company with the passing spring, that they fall even on a night when no wind stirs?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadanori
Oshimedomo tsune naranu yo no hana nareba ima wa kono mi o nishi ni motomen
However much I regret them, these are blossoms of an impermanent world; now I will seek my own destination in the Pure Land of the west.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor Toba
Ima wa ware Yoshino no yama no hana o koso yado no mono to mo miru bekarikere
Now that I have left the world, it is the blossoms of the Yoshino hills that I should look upon as those of my own dwelling.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Haru kureba nao kono yo koso shinobarure itsu ka wa kakaru hana o miru beki
When spring comes, I find myself still clinging to this world—for when, once gone from it, could I ever see blossoms such as these?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Teru tsuki mo kumo no yoso ni zo yukimeguru hana zo kono yo no hikari narikeru
Even the shining moon goes circling far off beyond the clouds; it is the blossoms that are the true light of this world.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Misebaya na Shiga no Karasaki fumoto naru Nagara no yama no haru no keshiki o
How I wish I could show you the spring scenery of Mount Nagara, with Karasaki of Shiga lying at its foot.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Shiba no to ni niowan hana wa samo araba are nagametekeri na urameshi no mi ya
Let the blossoms glowing by my brushwood door be as they will—and yet I found myself gazing at them. How I resent this self of mine!
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Yo no naka o omoeba nabete chiru hana no waga mi o sate mo izuchi ka mo sen
When I think about this world, all of it is like scattering blossoms—and where, then, am I to take this self of mine?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Saigyō
Mi wa tometsu kokoro wa okuru yamazakura kaze no tayori ni omoi okose yo
My body has stayed behind, but I send my heart to you, mountain cherries—on the passing wind, send your thoughts back to me.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Anpō