SIS III: 204

For a painting of travellers resting beneath scarlet leaves, on a sliding door in the Awata mountain retreat of the Nijō Minister of the Right.

今よりは紅葉のもとにやどりせじをしむに旅の日かずへぬべし

ima yori Fa
momidi no moto ni
yadorisezi
wosimu ni tabi no
Fikazu Fenubesi
From now on
Beneath the scarlet leaves
I’ll not be let rest, for
Regretfully, my travelling
Days have come upon me.

Dharma Master Egyō
恵慶法師

Horikawa hyakushu 1372

しら雲のかかるたびねもならはぬにふかき山ぢに日はくれにけり

shirakumo no
kakaru tabine mo
narawanu ni
fukaki yamaji ni
hi wa kurenikeri
Clouds, so white,
Surround me, sleeping on my travels,
Unaccustomed to it,
On deep mountain trails
The sun has set.

Eien[1]


[1] This poem was chosen for inclusion in Shikokinshū (X: 950).

SKKS X: 950

Composed on travel

しら雲のかかるたびねもならはぬにふかき山ぢに日はくれにけり

shirakumo no
kakaru tabine mo
narawanu ni
fukaki yamaji ni
hi wa kurenikeri
Clouds, so white,
Surround me, sleeping on my travels,
Unaccustomed to it,
On deep mountain trails
The sun has set.

Supernumerary Archbishop Eien[1]
権僧正永縁


[1] This poem was originally composed for Horikawa hyakushu (1372).

GSS II: 47

After he had already grown old, he planted a flowering plum and, at the beginning of the year when he had something on his mind

うゑし時花見むとしもおもはぬにさきちる見ればよはひ老いにけり

uesi toki
Fana mimu to simo
omoFanu ni
sakitiru mireba
yoFai oinikeri
When I planted them,
These blossoms to see
I did not think, but
Seeing them bloom and scatter,
Such is my old age!

Lord Fujiwara no Sukemoto
藤原扶幹朝臣

MYS XIX: 4201

伊佐左可尓 念而来之乎 多祜乃浦尓 開流藤見而 一夜可経

いささかに おもひてこしを たこのうらに さけるふぢみて ひとよへぬべし

isasaka ni
omopitekosi wo
tako no ura ni
sakeru pudi mite
pitoyo penubesi
Just for a moment
Did I think to come, but
At the Bay of Tako
I see blooming wisteria, and
Must pass a night here.

Secretary Kume no asomi Hironawa

判官久米朝臣広縄

SKKS XVII: 1683

To say that from now on they should rest and relax in the pines’ shade, when he visited someone’s house.

かげにとて立ちかくるれば唐衣ぬれぬ雨ふるまつの声かな

kage ni tote
tachikakurureba
karakoromo
nurenu ame furu
matsu no koe kana
In the shade, I say,
To stand and hide myself away, for
Upon my Cathay robe
Will fall soughing rain—
The sound of pines!

Tsurayuki

Mandaishū I: 198

Topic unknown.

おとにきくよしののさくら見にゆかむつげよやまもりはなのさかりは

oto ni kiku
yoshino no sakura
mi ni yukamu
tsugeyo yamamori
hana no sakari wa
By repute I’ve heard of
Yoshino’s cherries, so
Them I’ll go and see!
Tell me, Mountain warden,
Of the blossoms’ profusion!

Hitomaro[1]


[1] This poem is also Hitomaro-shū 260 and Shokusenzaishū I: 71.