Composed on the conception of hawking.
かりくらしかたののましば折敷きてよどのかはせの月をみるかな
karikurashi
katano no mashiba
orishikite
yodo no kawase no
tsuki o miru kana | While hunting night has fallen, so
In Katano brushwood
I’ll break and spread around, then
In the Yodo’s rapids
I’ll gaze upon the moon! |
Kinhira, Middle Captain of the Inner Palace Guards, Left Division
Created with Soan.
Felicitations 賀
かしは木を推のしづえにをりかへてさいうさまでやふしまろぶらん
kashiwagi o
shii no shizue ni
orikaete
saifusa made ya
fushimaroburan | An oak tree into
A brushwood branch
Have I twisted –
Until the formal procession
Will I be overcome with joy? |
Toshiyori
Ancient Estates 故郷
むぐらはひよもぎがそまとあれはててふりにし里は人かげもせず
mugurahai
yomogi ga soma to
arehatete
furinishi sato wa
hitokage mo sezu | Creepers crawl around
The mugwort and brushwood
Desolate and wild;
At this aged estate
There is no trace of anyone, at all. |
Higo
Kindling 薪
折りくぶる柴さまざまにみゆれどもけぶりはひとつ色にこそたて
orikuburu
shiba samazama ni
miyuredomo
keburi wa hitotsu
iro ni koso tate | Broken for kindling,
The brushwood in many shapes
Does appear, yet
The smoke in but one
Shade does rise. |
Kanemasa
Kindling 薪
ま柴かるかりばのをのに雪ふりてつま木になづむ遠の里人
mashiba karu
kariba no ono ni
yuki furite
tsumagi ni nazumu
tō no satobito | The brushwood is withered
In the hunting grounds, where
The snow has fallen;
As fond of kindling as he is of his wife,
That distant villager. |
Akinaka
Brushwood
位山みねの椎しばとしふともうつろふ色はあらじとそおもふ
kuraiyama
mine no shiishiba
toshi futomo
utsurou iro wa
araji to zo omou | On Kurai Mountain,
The brushwood on the peak:
Though the years do pass
Of fading hues
There is no sign, I feel! |
Daishin, Lady-in-Waiting from the Rokujō Palace
六条院女房大進
Brushwood
冬寒み霜はおけども椎しばのときはの色はあせずもあるかな
fuyu samumi
shimo wa okedomo
shiishiba no
tokiwa no iro wa
asezu mo aru kana | In winter’s chill
The frost falls, yet
The brushwood’s
Evergreen hues
Fade not at all… |
Higo, from the Residence of the Kyōgoku Regent
京極関白家肥後
Brushwood
時雨つつふく山かぜに椎しばの枝はなびけど色はかはらず
shiguretsutsu
fuku yama kaze ni
shiishiba no
eda wa nabikedo
iro wa kawarazu | Showers mixed with
Gusting mountain winds
The brushwood
Branches bend down yet
They show no change of hue. |
Minamoto no Kanemasa
源兼昌
Brushwood
おひたてば椎のましばもなりつなりたとふるかたもなき我が身かな
oitateba
shii no mashiba mo
naritsunari
tatouru kata mo
naki wakami kana | When it is grown up
A fine brushwood tree
Will it have become;
I imagine that no trace
Will be left of me… |
Tadafusa
Brushwood
なつそびくうなかみ山のしひしばにかし鳥なきつゆふあさりして
natsu sobiku
unakami yama no
shiishiba ni
kashidori nakitsu
yū asarishite | Drawing summer hemp,
On the mountains above the sea
Among the brushwood
Cry the jays
So noisy in the evening… |
Minamoto no Toshiyori
源俊頼
'Simply moving and elegant'
