When the gentlemen and ladies of the household of the Minister of the Left were getting dressed for a coming-of-age ceremony.
大原やをしほの山のこまつ原はや木高かれ千代の影みむ
| oFoFara ya wosiFo no yama no komatubara haya ko takakare tiyo no kage mimu |
At Ōhara, On Oshio Mountain The young pine saplings Will grow swiftly into mighty trees and See a thousand generations pass! |
Ki no Tsurayuki
紀貫之
A poem from Michinoku.
みさぶらひ御笠と申せ宮木野の木の下露は雨にまされり
| misaburaFi mikasa to mause miyagino no ko no sita tuyu Fa ame ni masareri |
O Attendant! “A umbrella, my Lord?” do say, for On Miyagi plain Beneath the trees, the dew Far exceeds the rain! |
Falling Leaves
激しさのみ山颪は手もなきにいかで木の葉をこき散らすらむ
| hageshisa no miyamaoroshi wa te mo naki ni ikade ko no ha o kokichirasuramu |
Wild is The wind from out the mountains: With no hands How does it the leaves from off the trees Seem to scatter all around? |
Minamoto no Toshiyori
源俊頼
Falling Leaves
宿に敷く錦を見ればうれしくてさすかに木の葉散らば惜しまる
| yado ni shiku nishiki o mireba ureshikute sasuga ni ko no ha chiraba oshimaru |
Spread around my house, I gaze upon the brocade, And am pleased; Indeed, if the leaves from the trees Fall, it is a pleasure! |
Minamoto no Akinaka
源顕仲
薄く濃く木々の梢は見ゆれども柞の色の身にも染むかな
| usuku koku kigi no kozue wa miyuredomo hahaso no iro no mi ni mo shimu kana |
First faint, then clearly The trees’ tops Do I see, yet It is the oaks’ hues That pierce me most! |
Topic unknown.
下紅葉ひと葉づゝちる木のもとに秋と覺ゆる蝉の聲かな
| sita momidi Fa Fito zutu tiru ko no moto ni aki to oboyuru semi no kowe kana |
Under scarlet leaves Falling one by one Below the trees I get the sense of autumn From the cicadas’ song. |
Sagami
夏衣薄きかひなく秋待てば木の下風のやまず吹かなむ
| natugoromo usuki kaFinaku aki mateba ko no sitakaze no yamazu Fukanamu |
My summer garb is Thin, but to no effect, so I will wait for autumn, then Beneath the trees the breezes Will blow ceaselessly! |
いざさらは木の下道はよきてゆかむ嵐に絶へぬしづりひまなし
| iza saraba ko no shitamichi wa yokite yukamu arashi ni taenu shizuri hima nashi |
So, then, so be it! The path beneath the trees I’ll avoid, as I go For unable to stand the storm, There’s no space between bent branches! |
木の間よりなびく夕日のほどもなし嵐に吹雪く小夜の中山
| ko no ma yori nabiku yūhi no hodo mo nashi arashi ni fubuku sayo no nakayama |
From between the trees The evening sun tries to stream But finds no space; Wind-blown by the storms is Sayo-no-Nakayama. |
Ietaka
Composed on being told of someone being delayed by the blossom in the mountains.
斧の柯は木のもとにてや朽ちなまし春を限らぬ桜なりせば
| wono no e Fa ko no moto nite ya kutinamasi Faru o kagiranu sakura nariseba |
Would his axe handle Beneath the trees Rot away, I wonder, Were in seasons other than spring The cherries to bloom? |
Ōnakatomi no Kin’naga (1071-1138)
大中臣公長