さくらばなちりかひかすむ春のよのおぼろ月よのかもの河風
| sakurabana chiri kaikasumu haru no yo no oborozukiyo no kamo no kawakaze | Cherry blossom Scattering, is hazily blended On this spring night With the misty moon By the breeze upon the Kamo River. |
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Composed for a folding screen with a picture of cherry trees blooming in the middle of the mountains.
山ざくらちらばをらなんをしげなみよしや人みず花のなたてに
| yamazakura chiraba oranan oshigenami yoshi ya hito mizu hana no na tate ni | O, mountain cherry! If you scatter, then do it Without regret, for, Well, even should folk not see Your blossoms’ fame will spread still! |
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I sent this to a lady after composing it.
春くれど人もすさめぬ山桜風のたよりにわれのみぞとふ
| haru kuredo hito mo susamenu yamazakura kaze no tayori ni ware nomi zo tou | The spring has come, yet There is no one to sing the praises of The mountain cherry blossom; A breeze-borne note Comes calling on my solitude. |
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Composed when I paid a visit to the Shōchōjuin towards the end of the Third Month and, heard a certain monk, on seeing that the shape of the mountains was concealed, ask, ‘What’s happened to the blossom?’ and someone reply, ‘They’ve scattered.’
行きてみんと思ひしほどに散りにけりあやなのはなや風たたぬ間に
| yukite min to omoishi hodo ni chirinikeri ayana no hana ya kaze tatanu ma ni | While to go and see them I had but thought, They were scattered; What’s the point of blossom That’s gone without a breath of wind? |
