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
宮城野のま萩が上の白露を玉にしきても宿る月かな
| miyagino no mahagi ga ue no shiratsuyu o tama ni shikitemo yadoru tsuki kana |
On Miyagi plain Upon the fair bush clover Silver dewdrops Are spread like gems Where the moon takes rest. |
Ietaka
宮城野のもとあらの萩の下晴れて露も曇らぬ秋の夜の月
| miyagino no motoara no Fagi no sita Farete tuyu mo kumoranu aki no yo no tsuki |
On Miyagi plain The speckled bush clover is Clear beneath, The dew unclouded On an autumn night of moonlight. |
Minamoto no Shige’ie
源重家
Topic unknown.
宮城野に妻とふ鹿ぞ叫ぶなる本あらの萩に露やさむけき
| miyagino ni tuma toFu sika zo sakebu naru motoara no Fagi ni tuyu ya samukeki |
On Miyagi plain Seeking a mate, a stag Cries out Among the speckled bush clover The dew feels chill, indeed. |
Fujiwara no Nagayoshi
藤原長能
宮城野の秋の萩原分け行けば上葉の露に袖ぞ濡れぬる
| miyagino no aki no Fagiwara wakeyukeba uFaba no tuyu ni sode zo nurenuru |
On Miyagi plain The bush-clover meadows in autumn I press through, and Dew from the upper leaves Has soaked my sleeves. |
Ei’en
永縁
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! |
Topic unknown.
小笹原葉末の露は玉に似て石なき山を行く心地する
| ozasawara hazue no tsuyu wa tama ni nite ishinaki yama o yuku kokochisuru |
In the groves of young broad-leaved bamboo Dewdrops on the leaf-tips Resemble jewels; Through mountains with no rocks I feel as if I travel! |
Saigyō
西行
小笹原玉ぬく露を見る折りはしばしな吹きそ山颪の風
| ozasaFara tama nuku tuyu wo miru wori Fa sibasi na Fuki so yama orosi no kaze |
The groves of young broad-leaved bamboo Gem-strung with dew Do seem – for that time Briefly blow not, O, wind from off the mountains! |
老い果てて露のしるしもなき身にはなほや折りてむ九月の菊
| oihatete tsuyu no shirushi mo nakimi ni wa nao ya oritemu nagatsuki no kiku |
Greatly aged, The dew is a sign of What is gone; Should I yet pick A chrysanthemum in the Ninth Month? |
Daishin
大進
折る菊の露に濡れぬる今日よりや千年の秋に逢はむとすらむ
| oru kiku no tsuyu ni nurenuru kyō yori ya chitose no aki ni awamu to suramu |
Picked chrysanthemums’ Dew dampens us Today – will we For a thousand years of autumns Decide to meet together? |
Higo, from the Residence of the Kyōgoku Regent
京極関白家肥後