Sankashū I: 84

ならひありて風さそふとも山ざくらたづぬるわれをまちつけてちれ

narai arite
kaze sasou to mo
yamazakura
tazunuru ware o
machitsukete chire

Though ‘tis your custom
To invite the wind, but even so
O, mountain cherries,
Until I call on you
I would have you wait to scatter…

Waka Poetry