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おもひにはあふ空さへやもえわたるあさたつ雲を煙とはして
omoi ni wa au sora sae ya moewataru asa tatsu kumo o keburi to wa shite Is it our fires of passion Meeting in the skies, and Burning all? The clouds rising with the morning Have turned to smoke…
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明けぬとて帰る道にはこきたれて雨もなみだもふりそほちつつ
akenu tote kaeru michi ni wa kokitarete ame mo namida mo furisōchitsutsu Tis the break of day, and On the road back home Descending sheets of Rain, and my tears, too Soak me to the skin…
Lord Toshiyuki 167[1]
[1] Kokinshū XIII: 639/Kokin rokujō V: 2732
Composed on the conception of being buried in frosty fallen leaves.
落ちつもる庭の木の葉を夜のほどにはらひてけりと見する朝霜
otitumoru niwa no ko no Fa wo yo no hodo ni FaraFitekeri to misuru asasimo Fallen, piled high at My estate, the leaves from the trees Within the space of a single night Have been swept away, It seems, by the morning frost.
Anonymous
Autumn
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秋の夜の有明にみれど久堅の月のかつらはうつろはぬかな
aki no yo no ariake ni miredo hisakata no tsuki no katsura wa utsurouwanu kana An autumn night’s Dawn I see, yet The eternal Moon’s silver trees Show no sign of fading!
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秋萩の花咲く比の白露は下ばのためとわきて置くべし
aki hagi no hana saku koro no shiratsuyu wa shitaba no tame to wakite okubeshi In autumn, the bush clover Flowers bloom—just then Silver dewdrops For the under-leaves Do fall, marking every one.
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秋風はいなばもそよとふきつめりかりみる程と成りやしぬらん
akikaze wa inaba mo soyo to fukitsumeri kari miru hodo to nari ya shinuran The autumn breeze Seems to rustle the rice stalks As it blows; Seeing if ‘tis time to reap them— Is that what it is, I wonder?
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銀河とわたる舟は花薄ほにいづるほどぞかげもみゆべき
ama no kawa towataru fune wa hanasusuki ho ni izuru hodo zo kage mo miyubeki Across the River of Heaven A boat goes ferrying: When the silver grass Ears burst into bloom, Can its shape be seen.
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女郎花さがの花をば色ながら秋をさかりといはれずもがな
ominaeshi saga no hana oba iro nagara aki o sakari to iwarezu mogana Maidenflowers: Blossoms from Saga Reveal their hues, and In autumn are most fine—that Goes without saying!
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小男鹿の朝たつ霧にうりふ山嶺の梢は色こかりけり
saoshika no asa tatsu kiri ni urifuyama mine no kozue wa iro kokarikeri Stags Within the rising morning mist on Urifu Moutain, where The treetops on the peak Have taken darker hues.
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Dwarf Bamboo 小篠
あさタに露のしら玉みるものをいたくなかりそ岡のささはら
asa yū ni tsuyu no shiratama miru mono o itaku na kari so oka no sasawara Morning and evening both Upon white gemlet dewdrops Do I gaze – O, reap not The dwarf bamboo groves on the hillside!
Akinaka
Love Separated by Distant Roads 隔遠路恋
はるばるとおもひやれどもあさゆふにゆかぬ心のくるしきやなぞ
harubaru to omoiyaredomo asa yū ni yukanu kokoro no kurushiki ya nazo On the distance far Do dwell my pondering thoughts, so Why, morning and evening, too, Does my heart, held here, Feel such pain?
Tadafusa
Composed when there was much disturbance in the world.
朝な朝な鹿の柵む萩がえの末葉の露のありがたのよや
asana asana
sika no sikaramu
Fagi ga e no
suweba no tuyu no
arigata no yo ya
Every morning
The stag is tangled in
Bush clover branches,
Dew upon the leaf-tips –
Such is the length of life…
Zōki
増基
[One of] three poems composed at a banquet on the 3rd day of the Third Month, with an imperial envoy sent to inspect the border guards and messengers from the Ministry of War in attendance.
朝な朝な上がる雲雀になりてしか都に行きて早帰り来む
asana asana
agaru pibari ni
naritesika
miyako ni yukite
paya kaperikon
Every single morning
Soars the skylark –
If only I were she, then
To the capital I’d go, and
Swiftly return home!
Abe no Samimaro
安倍沙美麻呂
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時鳥今宵はとまれ片岡の朝の原に帰りやせぬ
Fototogisu
koyoFi Fa tomare
katawoka no
asita no Fara ni
kaFeri ya senu
O, cuckoo
Stay here this night, and
Down the hillside
With the morning to the plain
Will you not return?
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我が宿に声な惜しみそ時鳥通ふ千里のゆきはてぞ此は
wa ga yado ni
kowe na osimi so
Fototogisu
kayoFu tisato no
yukiFate zo ko Fa
At my home
I regret not your song,
O, cuckoo,
For your thousand league
Journey’s end lies here.
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Sad thoughts.
夕凝りの霜置きにけり朝戸出にいたくし踏みて人に知らゆな
yupu kori no simo okinikeri asa tode ni itakusi pumite pito ni sirayuna With the evening chill Frost has fallen; In the morning, opening the door Tread lightly, so No one will know…
朝戸出の君が足結を濡らす露原早く起き出でつつ我れも裳裾濡らさな
asa tode no
kimi ga ayupi wo
nurasu tuyu para
payaku oki
idetutu ware mo
mosuso nurasana
In the morning, opening the door
Bound up, your belt
Will be drenched by the dewy fields;
Swiftly rising
I, too, shall venture out and
Soak my skirt-hem…
Kakinomoto no Hitomaro Collection
柿本人麻呂歌集
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