For a painting of fresh herbs on a folding screen.
かすがののとぶひののもりけふとてや昔かたみに若なつむらん
| kasuga no no tobuhi nomori kyō tote ya mukashi katami ni wakana tsumuran | Upon the plain of Kasuga At Tobuhi, a field warden Wonders if ‘twas today Long ago? His basket of memories With fresh herbs filled, perhaps… |
Fresh herbs in the snow.
わかなつむ衣手ぬれてかた岡のあしたのはらにあは雪ぞふる
| wakana tsumu koromode nurete kataoka no ashita no hara ni awayuki zo furu | Picking fresh herbs, My sleeves are soaked, for In Kataoka Upon the plain of Ashita Falls a froth of snow. |
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われききてひとにはつげむほととぎすおもふもしるくまづここになけ
| ware kikite hito ni wa tsugeku hototogisu omou shiruku mazu koko ni nake | I listen, and To folk will tell, O, cuckoo, so Where I am lost in thoughts of you, Sing here first! |
Mitsune
47
Right
かたをかのあしたのはらをとよむまでやまほととぎすいまぞなくなる
| kataoka no ashita no hara o toyomu made yamahototogisu ima zo nakunaru | Until in Kataoka The plain of Ashita Does resound The mountain cuckoos Are singing now! |
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When ‘Until in Kataoka / The plain of Ashita / Does resound’ had been recited, His Majesty laughed, saying, ‘It would be impossible for it to resound,’ so the final part of the poem was not recited and it lost.
Left (Win)
むさしのにいろやかよへるふぢのはなわかむらさきにそめてみゆらむ
| musashino ni iro ya kayoeru fuji no hana wakamurasaki ni somete miyuramu | On Musashi Plain Are their colours blending? The wisteria blossom has The gromwell with violet Dyed, it seems… |
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Right
あかずしてすぎゆくはるをよぶこどりよびかへしつときてもつげなむ
| akazushite sugiyuku haru o yobukodori yobikaeshitsu to kite mo tsugenamu | Unsated by The passage of spring, The songbird Has called it back—that Is what I would have him announce! |
Okikaze 30
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雪ふりて年のくれゆく時にこそ終にもみぢぬ松も見えけれ
| yuki furite toshi no kurenuru toki ni koso tsui ni momijinu matsu mo miekere | Snow falls and The year reaches its evening, It is at this time that Truly, evergreen The pine tree seems. |
123[1]
Right
我が宿は雪ふる野辺に道もなしいづこはかとか人のとめこむ
| wa ga yado wa yuki furu nobe ni michi mo nashi izuko wa ka to ka hito no tomekomu | My home lies Upon the snow-covered plain With no path to it; ‘Where might it lie?’ ask Folk come a’searching. |
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[1] Kokinshū VI: 340/Kokin rokujō I: 244
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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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Right
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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