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- Kinyo Wakashu
Uchinabiki haru wa ki ni keri yamakawa no iwama no kōri kyō ya tokuramu
Spring has come at last. In the mountain stream, I wonder, is the ice wedged among the rocks melting away today?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisue
Haru tachite kozue ni kienu shirayuki wa madaki ni sakeru hana ka to zo miru
Even now that spring has arrived, the white snow lingering unmelted on the treetops looks to me like blossoms that have bloomed before their time.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinzane
Itsushika to akeyuku sora no kasumeru wa ama no to yori ya haru wa tatsuramu
The sky is already misted over as dawn breaks. Can it be that spring is rising forth from the very gate of heaven?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akinaka
Tsurara ishi hosotanigawa no tokeyukeba minakami yori ya haru wa tatsuramu
The narrow valley stream once sealed with ice is thawing now. Can it be that spring rises forth from the headwaters?
Kinyo Wakashu - Kyōgoku Kanpaku-ke no Higo
Haru no kuru yo no ma no kaze no ikanareba kesa fuku ni shimo kōri tokuramu
What kind of wind is it, the wind that blew through the night when spring arrived, that only this morning it has melted the ice?
Itsushika to haru no shirushi ni tatsu mono wa ashita no hara no kasumi nari keri
So soon already, the thing that rises as the token of spring is the haze over the Plain of Ashita, the plain of morning.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Nakamasa
Aratama no toshi no hajime ni furishikeba hatsuyuki to koso iubekari kere
Since it has fallen and spread like this at the very beginning of the new year, this is what we ought to call the first snow.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisue
Asato akete haru no kozue no yuki mireba hatsuhana to mo ya iubekaruramu
Opening my door in the morning and seeing the snow on the springtime branches, I wonder whether we should call it the first flowers of the year.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinzane
Asamidori kasumeru sora no keshiki ni ya tokiwa no yama wa haru o shiruramu
Is it by the look of the sky, hazy and pale green, that Mount Tokiwa, whose color never changes, comes to know that spring has arrived?
Toshigoto ni kawaranu mono wa harugasumi tatsuta no yama no keshiki nari keri
What never changes from year to year is the view of Mount Tatsuta, where the spring haze rises.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Azusayumi haru no keshiki ni nari ni keri irusa no yama ni kasumi tanabiku
The world has taken on the look of spring at last. Over the hills of Irusa the haze trails in long bands.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Nakamasa
Uguisu no naku ni tsukete ya makane fuku kibi no yamabito haru o shiruramu
Is it by the warbler's song that the mountain people of Kibi, land of forged iron, come to know that spring has arrived?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisue
Kyō yori ya ume no tachie ni uguisu no koe sato naruru hajime naruramu
Is today the beginning, I wonder, of the time when the warbler's song from the plum's tall branch grows familiar with the village?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinzane
Kyō ya sa wa yuki uchitokete uguisu no miyako e izuru hatsune naruramu
So is it today, with the snow melting away, that the warbler comes out toward the capital singing its first song of the year?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Uguisu no kozutau sama mo yukashiki ni ima hitokoe wa akehatete nake
Warbler, I long to see you flitting from branch to branch, so sing your next song once the night has fully given way to day.
Harusame wa furishimuredomo uguisu no koe wa shiorenu mono ni zo arikeru
Though the spring rain falls and soaks through everything, the warbler's song, I find, is something that never wilts.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori