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
Brushwood
いつとなく葉がへぬ山のしひしばに人のこころをなすよしもがな
itsu to naku
hagaenu yama no
shiishiba ni
hito no kokoro o
nasu yoshi mogana | If only the ever
Unchanging leaves on the mountain
Brushwood
Her heart could
Somehow become! |
Minamoto no Nakazane
源仲実
Brushwood
ふる雪もをやめやをやめをの山にしひ柴かるはしばしばかりぞ
furu yuki mo
oyame ya oyame
ono yama ni
shiishiba karu wa
shibashi bakari zo | The falling snow
Pauses but briefly on
Mount Ono;
For gathering brushwood is
There but a little while! |
Minamoto no Akinaka
源顕仲
Topic unknown.
鷂のと帰る山の椎柴の葉がへはすとも君はかへせじ
hashitaka no
tokaeru yama no
shiishiba no
hagae wa su tomo
kimi wa kaeseji |
Sparrowhawks
Fly back and forth on the moutain where
The brushwood
Changes its leaves, yet
You will ever be true. |
Anonymous
Sleet
夕されば雪ふるさとの柴の庵しづくにてこそみぞれとはしれ
yūsareba
yuki furu sato no
shiba no ya wa
shizuku nite koso
mizore to wa shire | When the evening comes
Snow falling upon the estate’s
Brushwood rooves
Forms droplets and
I know ‘tis sleet. |
Minamoto no Akinaka
源顕仲
み狩りする雁羽の小野の櫟柴のなれはまさらず恋こそまされ
mikarisuru
karipa no wono no
narasiba no
nare pa masarazu
kopi koso masare |
Hunting
On the fields of Kariwa
In the oaks and brushwood
He shows me no kindness, but
I love him all the more… |
'Simply moving and elegant'