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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Sakuraasa no Ofu no uranami tachikaeri miredomo akazu yamanashi no hana
Like the waves that return again and again to the bay of Ofu, I go back to look and never tire of the blossoms of the mountain pear.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Shiranami no koyuran Sue no Matsuyama wa hana to ya miyuru haru no yo no tsuki
Sue-no-Matsuyama, where the white waves must now be breaking over the pines—do they look like blossoms there under the moon of this spring night?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kaga no Saemon
Obotsukana kasumi tatsuran Takekuma no matsu no kuma moru haru no yo no tsuki
How uncertain it is—at Takekuma, where the haze must now be rising, how does the spring night's moon look, seeping through the shadows of the pine?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kaga no Saemon
Yo o itou Yoshino no oku no yobukodori fukaki kokoro no hodo ya shiruran
The calling bird that cries deep in Yoshino, where I have come to flee the world—does it know how deep my heart is?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kōsei
Ori ni aeba kore mo sasuga ni aware nari oda no kawazu no yūgure no koe
When the season is right, even this touches the heart after all—the voices of frogs in the rice fields at dusk.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadayoshi
Haru no ame no amaneki miyo o tanomu kana shimo ni kareyuku kusaba morasu na
I place my trust in this reign, whose grace reaches everywhere like the spring rain—do not leave out the grasses withering in the frost.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ariie
Suberagi no kodakaki kage ni kakurete mo nao harusame ni nuren to zo omou
Though I shelter in the shade of my sovereign's lofty trees, I still wish to be wetted by the spring rain of his grace.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Saneyuki
Yae nagara iro mo kawaranu yamabuki no nado kokonoe ni sakazu narinishi
The kerria is eightfold as ever, its color unchanged—why is it that it no longer blooms in the ninefold palace?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanekata
Kokonoe ni arade yae saku yamabuki no iwanu iro o ba shiru hito mo nashi
Blooming eightfold, not in the ninefold palace, the kerria has a color that speaks no words—and no one knows what lies within it.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor En'yu
Ono ga nami ni onaji sueba zo shiorenuru fuji saku Tako no urameshi no mi ya
Weighed down by their own waves of blossom, the same last leaves have withered—like the bay of Tako where wisteria blooms, how bitter I am at this self of mine!
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Karakoromo hana no tamoto ni nugikae yo ware koso haru no iro wa tachitsure
Change your robes now for sleeves of flowered color—it is I who have cut away the colors of spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Michinaga
Karakoromo tachikawarinuru haru no yo ni ika de ka hana no iro o miru beki
In a springtime world now changed, as robes are cut and changed anew, how could I look upon the colors of the blossoms?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shōshi
Kamiyo ni wa ari mo ya shiken sakurabana kyō no kazashi ni oreru tameshi wa
Was there ever such a precedent, even in the age of the gods—cherry blossoms broken off to adorn a headdress on this festival day?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Murasaki Shikibu
Hototogisu sono kamiyama no tabimakura hono kataraishi sora zo wasurenu
O cuckoo—the sky where you faintly called to me, long ago, when I slept on my journey by the sacred mountain—that I never forget.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Tachiizuru nagori ariake no tsukikage ni itodo katarau hototogisu kana
In the light of the lingering dawn moon, as regret lingers at your departure, how the cuckoos call to one another all the more!
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ikuchiyo to kagiranu kimi ga miyo naredo nao oshimaruru kesa no akebono
Though your reign will last a thousand ages without end, I still cannot help regretting this morning's dawn.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Iemichi