まだきにぞつみに来にけるはるばると今もえ出づるのべのさわらび
madaki ni zo
tsumi ni kinikeru
harubaru to
ima moe’izuru
nobe no sawarabi | Already, indeed,
Have I come to pick,
After so long,
Now busting into bud
Fresh bracken from the fields. |
Kii 紀伊
とぶ火野にもえ出でにける早蕨を焼くとききてや人のをるらん
tobuhino ni
moe’idenikeru
sawarabi o
yaku toki kite ya
hito no oruran | Upon Tobuhino Plain
Smouldered into bud has
Fresh bracken:
Has the time to burn it come, that
Folk will pick it, perhaps? |
Higo 肥後
野べみればまだやかなくにさわらびのおどろの下にもえ出でにけり
nobe mireba
mada yakanaku ni
sawarabi no
odoro no shita ni
moe’idenikeri | When I gaze across the plain,
‘Tis not yet even burnt, but
Fresh bracken
Beneath the thickets has
Smouldered into bud. |
Ryūgen 隆源
とぶ火野に今もえ出づるさわらびのいつ折るばかりならんとすらん
tobuhino ni
ima moe’izuru
sawarabi no
itsu oru bakari
naran to suran | Upon Tobuhi Plain
Now bursting into bud is
Fresh bracken:
When might we simply
Pick it, I wonder? |
Eien 永縁
春たてば雪げの水やぬるからん先もえ出づる下蕨かな
haru tateba
yukige no mizu ya
nurukaran
mazu moe’izuru
sawarabi kana | When spring has risen, is it that
The snow-touched waters are
But a trickle, that
First smoulders into bud
Fresh bracken? |
[Minamoto no] Akinaka 顕仲
雨ふれど猶もえわたる早蕨や春のやくののしるしなるらん
ame furedo
nao moewataru
sawarabi ya
haruno yakuno no
shirushi naruran | The rain has fallen, yet
Still smouldering into bud
Is fresh bracken that
The plains in spring are burnt
A sign, perhaps? |
[Minamoto no] Morotoki 師時
ふりつみし雪の下草いつしかと焼くとみしまにもゆる早蕨
furitsumishi
yuki no shitagusa
itsushika to
yaku to mishi ma ni
moyuru sawarabi | Fallen in drifts is
The snow, but the plants beneath
Swiftly,
While seeming ablaze,
Buds the fresh bracken. |
[Fujiwara no] Nakazane 仲実
はる山のすそ野にもゆるさわらびは峰の霞やけぶりなるらん
haruyama no
susono ni moyuru
sawarabi wa
mine no kasumi ya
keburi naruran | On the springtime mountains’
Foothills’ fields, smouldering, buds
Fresh bracken:
Is the haze around the peaks
Smoke, perhaps? |
[Fujiwara no] Akinaka 顕仲
と山にはとし明けにけり岩の上のたるひもとけてもゆる早蕨
toyama ni wa
toshi akenikeri
iwa no ue no
taruhi mo tokete
moyuru sawarabi | In the nearby mountains
The year has dawned:
Above the crags
The waterleap, too, has melted
Upon budding fresh bracken. |
[Ōe no] Masafusa匡房
春日のの草は焼くともみえなくに下もえわたる春のさわらび
kasugano no
kusa wa yaku tomo
mienaku ni
shita moewataru
haru no sawarabi | On Kasuga Plain
The grasses may be burnt, yet
I cannot even see
Beneath the smouldering, budding
Fresh bracken in springtime. |
[Fujiwara no] Kinzane 公実
'Simply moving and elegant'