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- Manyoshu
Akihagi ni okitaru tsuyu no kaze fukite otsuru namida wa todomekanetsu mo
Like the dew on autumn bush clover spilling down when the wind blows, my falling tears cannot be held back.
Manyoshu - Princess Yamaguchi
Tama ni nuki ketazu tabaramu akihagi no ure wakuraba ni okeru shiratsuyu
I would thread it into beads and receive it without letting it vanish: the white dew that has chanced to settle on the tips of the autumn bush clover.
Manyoshu - Prince Yuhara
Tamahoko no michi wa tōkedo hashikiyashi imo o aimi ni idete zo waga koshi
Though the road is long, I have set out and come here to see you, my dear.
Manyoshu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Aratama no tsuki tatsu made ni kimasaneba ime ni shi mitsutsu omoi zo waga seshi
Since you did not come until the new month began, I kept thinking of you, seeing you in my dreams.
Manyoshu - Lady Ōtomo no Sakanoue
Waga yado no hagi hana sakeri mi ni kimase ima futsuka dami araba chirinamu
The bush clover in my garden is in bloom; do come and see it, for in another two days or so it will have fallen.
Manyoshu - Kamunagibe no Maso no Otome
Waga yado no aki no hagi saku yūkage ni ima mo miteshika imo ga sugata o
In the evening light where the autumn bush clover blooms in my garden, how I wish I could see you, my sister, right now.
Manyoshu - Ōtomo no Tamura no Ōiratsume
Waga yado ni momitsu kaerude miru goto ni imo o kaketsutsu koinu hi wa nashi
Each time I see the maple turning red in my garden, you are in my heart, my sister; not a day passes that I do not long for you.
Manyoshu - Ōtomo no Tamura no Ōiratsume
Waga makeru wasada no hotachi tsukuritaru kazura zo mitsutsu shinowase waga se
This is a garland I made from the ears of the early rice I sowed myself; look at it and think of me, my love.
Manyoshu - The Elder Daughter of Sakanoue
Wagimoko ga nari to tsukureru aki no ta no wasaho no kazura miredo akanu kamo
The garland of early rice ears from the autumn field that you tended with your own labor: however long I gaze at it, I never tire.
Manyoshu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Akikaze no samuki konokoro shita ni kimu imo ga katami to katsu mo shinowamu
In these days of cold autumn wind, I will wear it next to my skin, and as I do, I will remember you, taking it as your keepsake.
Manyoshu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Waga yado no tokijiki fuji no mezurashiku ima mo miteshika imo ga emai o
Like the wisteria blooming out of season in my garden, so rare and lovely, how I long to see your smile right now.
Manyoshu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Waga yado no hagi no shitaba wa akikaze mo imada fukaneba kaku zo momiteru
The lower leaves of the bush clover in my garden have turned color like this, though the autumn wind has not yet blown.
Manyoshu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Takamato no nobe no kaobana omokage ni mietsutsu imo wa wasurekanetsu mo
Like the kaobana blooming in the fields of Takamato, your face keeps rising before my eyes, and I cannot forget you.
Manyoshu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Ima tsukuru kuni no miyako ni aki no yo no nagaki ni hitori nuru ga kurushisa
Here in the new capital of Kuni, still being built, how painful it is to sleep alone through the long autumn nights.
Manyoshu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Ashihiki no yamabe ni orite akikaze no hi ni ke ni fukeba imo o shi zo omou
Living here by the mountains, as the autumn wind blows harder day by day, I think only of you.
Manyoshu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Te mo suma ni ueshi hagi ni ya kaerite wa miredomo akazu kokoro tsukusamu
The bush clover I planted without resting my hands: will it now be the very thing on which I spend my heart, never tiring however long I gaze?