Topic unknown.
秋ののにささわけしあさの袖よりもあはでこしよぞひちまさりける
| aki no no ni sasa wakesi asa no sode yori mo aFade kosi yo zo Fiti masarikeru |
In the autumn fields Parting bamboo grass in the morning My sleeves On the nights when, without a meet, I head home, Are far, far wetter. |
Ariwara no Narihira
有原業平
Composed and sent to a woman at Lord Narihira’s house.
つれづれのながめにまさるなみだ河袖のみぬれてあふよしもなし
| turedure no nagame ni masaru namidagaFa sode nomi nurete aFu yosi mo nasi |
Ceaselessly Falling the rains have swollen Into a river of tears. Yet only my sleeves are drenched, With no way to meet you. |
Fujiwara no Toshiyuki
Topic unknown.
紅の振りいでて泣く涙には袂のみこそ色まさりけれ
| kurenawi no Furi idete naku namida ni Fa tamoto nomi koso iro masarikere |
Crimson Waves weeping Tears on My sleeves alone Is the colour stronger. |
Tsurayuki
貫之
A poem composed at a competition held by Her Majesty, the Empress during the Kampyō era (889-898).
ささのはにおく霜よりもひとりぬるわが衣手ぞさえまさりける
| sasa no Fa ni woku simo yori mo Fitori nuru wa ga koromode zo saemasarikeru | On bamboo grass leaves Settles frost, but Sleeping alone, My sleeves Are colder still by far. |
Ki no Tomonori
紀友則
One day at a memorial service for someone at the Lower Izumo Temple, he listened to the Monk Shinsei giving a sermon, composed this and sent it to Ono no Komachi.
つつめども袖にたまらぬ白玉は人を見ぬめの涙なりけり
| tutumedomo sode ni tamaranu siratama Fa Fito wo minu me no namida narikeri |
I may wrap them up, but In my sleeve, they will not stay, These white jewels, Shed for a lady I cannot glimpse Are my tears. |
Abe no Kiyoyuki (825-900)