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Ietaka-kyō hyakuban jika’awase 2

Left
けふも猶雪はふりつつ春霞たてるやいづこ若菜つみてむ

kyō mo nao
yuki wa furitsutsu
harugasumi
tateru ya izuko
wakana tsumitemu
Still yet, today
Is the snow falling;
O, spring haze
Where do you arise?
For I would go and pluck fresh herbs!

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In no hyakushu, shodo, Eighth Month Shōji 2 [September 1200]

Right
朝氷たがため分て此川のむかへの野べに若菜つむらん

asagōri
ta ga tame wakete
kono kawa no
mukae no nobe ni
wakana tsumuran
This film of morning ice:
For who’s sake do I break it?
On this river’s
Yonder side within the fields
Would I pluck fresh herbs…

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Naidaijinke hyakushu, Ninth Month Kenpō 3 [October 1215]

Ietaka-kyō hyakuban jika’awase 1

Left. Spring
あら玉の年もかはらぬふるさとの雪のうちにも春はきにけり

aratama no
toshi mo kawaranu
furusato no
yuki no uchi ni mo
haru wa kinikeri
To the fresh jeweled
Year the change has yet to come, yet
Around my familiar home
Even within the snows
The spring is here!

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Ninnaji gojūshu, Kenkyū 1 [1190]

Right
冬ながら花ちる空のかすめるは雲のこなたに春やきつらむ

fuyu nagara
hana chiru sora no
kasumeru wa
kumo no konata ni
haru ya kitsuramu
It’s winter now, yet
Are the blossom-scattering skies
Hazed
Beneath the clouds by
The arrival of spring, perhaps?

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MYS X: 1891

冬こもり春咲く花を手折り持ち千たびの限り恋ひわたるかも

puyu komori
paru saku pana wo
tawori moti
titabi no kagiri
kopiwataru kamo
Sealed in winter
Springtime’s blooming blossoms
Do I take in hand –
A thousand times and more
Does love for you fill my thoughts.

Kakinomoto no Hitomaro Collection
柿本人麻呂歌集

KYS I: 53

Composed when a large number of the Junior Consort’s ladies conducted blossom-viewing during the reign of former Emperor Horikawa.

春毎にあかぬ匂をさくら花いかなる風のをしまざるらむ

Faru goto ni
akanu nioFi wo
sakurabana
ikanaru kaze no
woshimazaruramu
Every single spring
Never am I sated by
The cherry blossom;
What breeze is it that
Is not a cause of regret?

Chikuzen Wet Nurse
筑前乳母

Horikawa hyakushu 167

冬草と見えし春野の小笹原弥生の雨に深緑なる

fuyu kusa to
mieshi haruno no
ozasawara
yayoi no ame ni
fukamidori naru
A winter plant
They did appear in the fields in springtime:
The groves of young broad-leaved bamboo
By the Third Month’s rains
Turned the darkest green.

Fujiwara no Nakazane
藤原仲実