今朝見ずはまがひなましを夕顔の垣根に白く咲ける卯の花
| kesa mizu wa magainamashi o yūgao no kakine ni shiroku sakeru u no hana |
This morning I failed to see, but Perhaps, mistook Moonflowers On the lattice fence brightly Blooming for deutzia… |
Ōe no Masafusa
This poem is also Eshishū 379
白雲の五百重の彼方の国人も今日のみあれにあはぬあらじな
| shirakumo no ioe no ochi no kunibito mo kyō nomi are ni awanu araji na |
Beyond clouds of white, Five hundredfold the distance where Provincial folk For this festive day are Certain to meet together! |
Fujiwara no Nakazane
藤原仲実
白山の松の木影に隱ろへてやすらにすめる雷の鳥かな
| shirayama no matsu no kokage ni kakuroete yasura ni sumeru rai no tori kana |
On Shirayama Within the shadows of the pines Concealed, Peacefully lives The ptarmigan! |
Gotoba
みさびえの菱の浮き葉に隱ろへて蛙鳴くなり夕立の空
| misahie no hishi no ukiwa ni kakuroete kawazu nakunari yūdachi no sora |
In the stagnant inlet Beneath the floating water chestnut leaves Concealed, The frogs are crying, as Evening showers fill the sky. |
Yoshitsune
刈り残す水の真菰に隱ろへてかげもち顔に鳴く蛙かな
| karinokosu mizu no makomo ni kakuroete kagemochigao ni naku kawazu kana |
Unreaped remnants Of wild rice in the water Conceal The contentedly Croaking frogs! |
Saigyō
This poem is also Sankashū 1018.
鹿の音の音羽の山に音せぬは妻に今宵や逢坂の関
| shika no ne no otowa no yama ni otosenu wa tsuma ni koyoi ya ausaka no seki |
The stag cries In the Otowa mountains Without a sound; Is his mate tonight at The barrier of Meeting Hill? |
Jakuren
龍田姫花の白木綿とりしでて今日や御室に風祭りする
| tatsutahime hana no shirayū torishidete kyō ya mimuro ni kasamatsurisuru |
The Princess of Tatsuta, With white mulberry blooms Is taken; Is today where She does dwell, A festival of wind? |
Kenshō
さいたづままだうら若きみ吉野の霞がくれに雉子鳴くなり
| saitaduma mada urawakaki miyosino no kasumigakure ni kigisu nakunari |
The fleeceflower is Yet fresh and green In fair Yoshino, where Hidden in the haze The pheasants call. |
我が惜しむ心も尽きぬ行く春をこさても止めよ鶯の関
| wa ga oshimu kokoro mo tsukinu yuku haru o ko satemo tomeyo uguisu no seki |
My regretful Heart is not exhausted: Departing spring! Even so be held here, By the bush-warbler’s barrier! |
山吹の下枝の花に手をかけて折知り顔になく蛙かな
| yamabuki no shizue no hana ni te o kakete orishirigao ni naku kawazu kana |
Upon the kerria’s Lower stems’ blooms I lay my hand; Knowing of the season The frogs do cry! |
Minamoto no Nakamasa
源仲正