冬深き野辺の御幸の今日しもあれ白斑の鷹を据てけるかな
| fuyu fukaki nobe no miyuki no kyō shi mo are shirau no taka o suetekeru kana |
In the depths of winter An imperial visit to the meadows Was there today, Hawks of white Would be ready there! |
Higo, from the Residence of the Kyōgoku Regent
京極関白家肥後
Sent to a woman at the beginning.
霜がれの冬野に立てるむら薄ほのめかさばや思ふ心を
| simogare no Fuyu no ni tateru mura susuki Fonomekasaba ya omoFu kokoro wo |
In frost-burned Winter meadows stand Clusters of silver grass; If only they would briefly reveal The feelings in my heart… |
Taira no Tsune’aki (?-1077)
平経章
Composed at the residence of the Ōmiya Former Chancellor, on the conception of when the moon in autumn seems like summer.
小萩原また花咲かぬ宮城野の鹿や今宵の月に鳴くらん
| koFagiFara mata Fana sakanu miyagino no sika ya koyoFi no tuki ni nakuran |
The young bush clover meadows Are not yet in bloom; On Miyagi plain Do the stags tonight Cry to the moon, I wonder? |
Fujiwara no Atsunaka
藤原敦仲
宮城野の秋の萩原分け行けば上葉の露に袖ぞ濡れぬる
| miyagino no aki no Fagiwara wakeyukeba uFaba no tuyu ni sode zo nurenuru |
On Miyagi plain The bush-clover meadows in autumn I press through, and Dew from the upper leaves Has soaked my sleeves. |
Ei’en
永縁
Composed on the conception of thinking about flowers in the meadows.
今はしも穂に出でぬらむ東路の石田の小野の篠の小薄
| ima wa simo Fo ni idenuramu adumadi no iFata no wono no sino no wosusuki |
Now it is that Their fronds seem to appear: On the eastern roads, Through Iwata meadows, Fresh silver-grass among the arrow bamboo. |
Fujiwara no Kore’ie
藤原伊家
Topic unknown.
霜さえて枯行く小野の岡べなる楢の廣葉に時雨ふるなり
| simo saete kareyuku wono no wokabe naru nara no Firoba ni sigure Furunari |
The frost is chill, and In the withering meadows; On the hillsides Upon the broad leaves of oak Showers fall. |
Fujiwara no Mototoshi
Composed when the Horikawa Grand Minister had died, after the cremation on Mount Fukakusa was over.
深草の野辺の桜し心あらばことし許はすみぞめに咲け
| Fukakusa no nobe no sakura si kokoro araba kotosi bakari Fa sumizome ni sake |
At Fukakusa In the meadows, had the cherry trees Any heart at all, For just this year Would they bloom in charcoal hues. |
Kamutsuke no Mineo
上野岑雄