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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Yaemugura shigereru yado wa hito mo nashi mabara ni tsuki no kage zo sumikeru
In the house overgrown with tangled weeds, no one is left—only the moonlight, shining sparse and clear through the roof, has come to dwell there.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Kamome iru Fujie no ura no okitsusu ni yobune isayou tsuki no sayakesa
By the offshore sandbar of Fujie Bay, where the gulls have settled, the night boats linger as if hesitating—how clear and bright the moon shines!
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Akinaka
Naniwagata shiohi ni asaru ashitazu mo tsuki katabukeba koe no uramuru
Even the reed cranes foraging on the ebb-tide flats of Naniwa cry out as if in reproach when the moon begins to sink.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Shun'e
Waka no ura ni tsuki no ideshio no sasu mama ni yoru naku tsuru no koe zo kanashiki
At Waka Bay, as the moon comes out and the rising tide flows in, how sad the voices of the cranes crying in the night!
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Moshio kumu sode no tsukikage onozukara yoso ni akasanu Suma no urabito
The moonlight lodged on the sleeves of those who draw brine for salt means that, of itself, the folk of Suma Bay never pass the night apart from it.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Akashigata iro naki hito no sode o miyo suzuro ni tsuki mo yadoru mono ka wa
Look, moon of Akashi's flats, at the sleeves of one who knows nothing of beauty—would you lodge there for no reason at all?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Hideyoshi
Nagame yo to omowade shimo ya kaeruran tsuki matsu nami no ama no tsuribune
Are they rowing home without a thought of being gazed at—the fisherfolk's boats upon the waves that wait for the moon to rise?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Tomochika
Shime okite ima ya to omou akiyama no yomogi ga moto ni matsumushi no naku
On the autumn hill I have marked as my resting place, wondering whether the time has come, a pine cricket sings at the foot of the mugwort, as though waiting for me.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Arewataru aki no niwa koso aware nare mashite kienan tsuyu no yūgure
How moving is the garden in autumn, growing wild all over—and how much more so this evening of the dew, soon to vanish, like me.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Kumo kakaru tōyamabata no aki sareba omoiyaru dani kanashiki mono o
When autumn comes to the far-off mountain fields where the clouds hang low, merely imagining it is sad enough—how much more for those who live there.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Saigyō
Kaze soyogu shino no ozasa no kari no yo o omou nezame ni tsuyu zo koboruru
As I wake in the night and think of this borrowed world, fleeting as bamboo grass cut down while it rustles in the wind, my tears spill like dew.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Cloistered Prince Shukaku
Asajiu ya sode ni kuchinishi aki no shimo wasurenu yume o fuku arashi kana
The field of low reeds—the autumn frost that has rotted on my sleeves—and the storm wind that blows through the dream I cannot forget.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michiteru
Kuzu no ha ni urami ni kaeru yume no yo o wasuregatami no nobe no akikaze
Like arrowroot leaves turning to show their undersides, my heart turns back to resentment of this dreamlike world—and the autumn wind on the moor is a keepsake I cannot forget.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei
Shiratsuyu wa okinikerashi na Miyagino no motoara no kohagi sue tawamu made
The white dew must have settled heavily—on the moor of Miyagino, the bush clover, sparse at its roots, bends down to the very tips of its branches.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Hafuribe no Tadanaka
Ominaeshi sakari no iro o miru kara ni tsuyu no wakikeru mi koso shirarure
As soon as I see the maiden flower in the color of its prime, I am made to know how the dew has passed me by.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Murasaki Shikibu
Shiratsuyu wa wakite mo okaji ominaeshi kokoro kara ni ya iro no somuran
Surely the white dew makes no distinctions where it falls—the maiden flower must take its color from its own heart.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Michinaga