むさし野にことはおひなん紫の蕨は草のゆかりと思はん
musashino ni
koto wa oinan
murasaki no
warabi wa kusa no
yukari to omowan | On Musashi Plain
Growing, seeking something,
Violet
Bracken is the grass’s
Relative, I feel! |
Kawachi 河内
深山木のかげのの下のしたわらびもえいづれどもしる人もなし
miyamagi no
kageno no shita no
shitawarabi
moe’izuredomo
shiru hito mo nashi | Deep within the mountain trees
In shaded spots beneath
Bracken
Has burst into bud, yet
There’s no one who knows it. |
[Fujiwara no] Mototoshi 基俊
むらさきのちり打ちはらひはるの野にあさる蕨の物うげにして
murasaki no
chiri uchiharai
haru no no ni
asaru warabi no
mono’uge ni shite | Violet
Dust scatters, sweeping o’er
The plain in springtime
Making the search for bracken
Troublesome, indeed… |
[Fujiwara no] Akisue 顕季
むさし野はまだ焼かなくに春くればいそぎもえ出づる下蕨かな
musashino wa
mada yakanaku ni
haru kureba
isogi moe’izuru
shita warabi kana | Musashi Plain
Is not yet even burnt, but
With the coming of spring
Hurriedly smouldering into bud
Beneath is bracken! |
[Minamoto no] Moroyori師頼
春の野を事ありがほにかへせどもうてる蕨はたばねだになし
haru no no o
kotoarigao ni
kaesedomo
uteru warabi wa
tabane dani nashi | All o’er the plains in springtime,
Portentously
I searched back and forth, yet
I struck upon withered bracken—
Not even a bundle’s worth! |
[Minamoto no] Kuninobu国信
For a folding screen for the Crown Prince, by a painting of fields on fire in winter.
さわらびやしたにもゆらんしもがれののばらの煙春めきにけり
sawarabi ya
sita ni moyuran
simogare no
nobara no keburi
Farumekinikeri | Is fresh bracken
Budding beneath
The frost-burned
Fields’ smoke
Seems like spring! |
Fujiwara no Michiyori
Bracken.
さわらびのもえいづる春に成りぬればのべのかすみもたなびきにけり
sawarabi no
moe’izuru ame ni
narinureba
nobe no kasumi mo
tanabikinikeri | The bracken
Bursts into bud when rain
Does fall, and
Across the meadows
The haze is drifting. |
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