asu kara wa wakana tsuman to shimeshi no ni kinō mo kyō mo yuki wa furitsutsu From the morrow I thought to pick fresh herbs, but Upon my roped off meadow Yesterday and today, too, The snow is ever falling…
Yamabe no Akahito
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hana mitsutsu oshimu kainaku kyō kurete hoka no haru to ya asu wa narinamu Ever do I gaze upon the blossom, in Vain regret, for Today will end and A different spring will Greet me on the morrow!
kyō nomi to haru o omowanu toki dani mo tatsu koto ya suki hana no kage ka wa “Only today is left Of spring”—I’ll not think that for Even at such a time, Is it easy to part from The blossoms’ shade?
‘Both of these are charming,’—they tied.
[i] This poem is included as the final spring poem in Kokinshū (II: 134), attributed to Mitsune, and with the headnote, ‘A poem on the end of spring from the Poetry Contest held by Former Emperor Uda’.
asu kara wa wakana tumamu to katawoka no asita no Fara Fa keFu zo yakumeru From the morrow I would pick fresh herbs, but In Kataoka The plain of Ashita Seems to be aflame today.
utsusemi no wabishiki mono o natsukusa no tsuyu ni kakareru mi ni koso arikere A cicada’s empty shell Is so sorrowful; To a stalk of summer grass, All draped with dewdrops, It’s form does cling.
natsu no yo no tsuki wa hodonaku akenagara ashita no ma o zo kakochiyosekeru On a summer night, The moon lacks time To brighten, so It will do it on the morrow— That is its excuse!