Dwarf Bamboo 小篠
あさまだきをざさが原を分けゆけば露けぎ袖を人やとがめん
| asa madaki ozasa ga hara o wakeyukeba tsuyukeki sode o hito ya togamen | Just before the break of dawn Through a grove of dwarf bamboo Do I forge my way, so Will my dew-drenched sleeves By folk be condemned? |
Daishin
Dwarf Bamboo 小篠
露しげきをざさが原を分けゆけば衣のすそになびくしら玉
| tsuyu shigeki ozasa ga hara o wakeyukeba koromo no suso ni nabiku shiratama | Drenched with dew is This grove of dwarf bamboo through which I forge my way, so My garment’s hems Trail white gemlets. |
Higo
Ponds 池
冬さむみにほ鳥すだく原の池も世にむすぼるる氷りしにけり
| fuyu samumi niodori sudaku hara no ike mo yo ni musubōruru kōrishinikeri | In the winter’s chill Even the waterfowl cluttered Ponds upon the plain Have grown thick at night With frozen ice. |
Nakazane
Groves 原
道とほみ日も夕ぐれになりぬればそのはらまでとさしてこそゆけ
| michi tōmi hi mo yūgure ni narinureba sonohara made to sashite koso yuke | My road is yet long, and The sun toward twilight Does go, so Just as far as Sonohara Let it still shine on! |
Daishin
Groves 原
枝ごとにいくそのちよをちぎるらんその神世よりいきの松源
| eda goto ni iku sono chiyo o chigiruran sono kamiyo yori iki no matsubara | In every single branch Does live the thousand-generation Vow, perhaps? Enduring since the Age of Gods, The sacred pine groves of Iki. |
Higo
Groves 原
あさぢふの露にうはげやそほつらんあしたの原にうづら鳴くなり
| asajū no tsuyu ni uwage ya sōtsuran ashita no hara ni uzura nakunari | Is the cogon grass By dew upon its upper fronds So soaked? This morn among the groves The quail are crying. |
Kanemasa
Groves 原
なにしおはばとらやふすらん東路にあるといふなるもろこしの原
| na ni shi owaba tora ya fusuran azuma ji ni aru to iu naru morokoshi no hara | If the name fits, then Do, indeed, tigers rest Upon the eastern roads, where They say lies Morokoshi grove? |
Tadafusa
Groves 原
霧をいたみまのの萩原時雨れしてしづくに袖をおどろかしつる
| kiri o itami mano no hagiwara shigure shite shizuku ni sode o odorokashitsuru | Mists run round The bush-clover groves at Mano, where Drizzle falls; Droplets on my sleeves – So startling! |
Toshiyori
Groves 原
春の中はかすみのうちに見えしかど霧も立ちけりあをやぎのはら
| haru no naka wa kasumi no uchi ni mieshikado kiri mo tachikeri aoyagi no hara | In the midst of springtime, Within the hazes Have they appeared, yet now The mist has arisen among The willow groves. |
Nakazane
Groves 原
谷おろしの風しやみねばよとともにおきつがはらにくぬぎ波だつ
| tani’oroshi no kaze shi yamineba yo to tomo ni okitsu ga hara ni kunugi namidatsu | From down the valley The breeze has ceased, so now With the fall of night Across plain at Okitsu Waves run through the chestnut oaks. |
Akinaka