Maple
はるがすみたちそめしよりいろかへてのはならしてきわかなつむべく
| harugasumi tachi someshi yori iro kaete no wa narashiteki wakana tsumubeku | Since the haze of spring Began to rise, Hues changing, Upon the plains have grown Fresh herbs that we may pick them! |
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This poem is an acrostic, with ‘maple blossom’ (kaede no hana) contained within kaete no wa narashiteki.
Pear Blossom
春立てばいづこともなしのはなりぬわかなつむべくなりぞしにける
| haru tateba izuko tomo nashi no hanarinu wakana tsumubeku nari zo shininkeru | When the springtime comes, There’s nowhere that’s Not far away, for I should pick fresh herbs— That’s what I’ve decided! |
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This poem is an acrostic, with ‘pear blossom’ (nashi no hana) contained within nashi no hanarinu.
Poems which had been placed in the carriage of the Tenth Prince [Prince Masa’akira 雅明親王 (920-929)]
Original
ことしよりにほひそむめりかすがののわかむらさきにてでなふれそも
| kotoshi yori nioisomumeri kasugano no wakamurasaki ni tede na fure so mo | From this year Has begun to bloom, it seems, On Kasuga Plain Young gromwell, so Don’t put your hands upon it! |
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Left (Win)
むらさきにてもこそふるれかすがのののもりよひとにわかなつますな
| murasaki ni te mo koso furure kasugano no moriyoito ni wakana tsumasu na | On the gromwell Folk will surely put their hands, so Kasuga Plain’s Wardens, all, Don’t allow picking of young herbs here! |
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Right
ちはやぶるかみもしるらむかすがののわかむらさきにたれかてふれむ
| chihayaburu kami mo shiruramu kasugano no wakamurasaki ni tare ka te furemu | The mighty God does surely know, so On Kasuga Plain, On young gromwell Would any dare to lay their hands? |
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Original
わかなつむとしはへぬれどかすがのののもりはけふやはるをしるらむ
| wakana tsumu toshi wa henuredo kasugano no nomori wa kyō ya haru o shiruramu | Plucking fresh herbs do The years pass by, yet On Kasuga Plain, The wardens today Must truly know ‘tis spring. [1] |
Mitsune
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Left (Tie)
けふ見てぞわれはしりぬるはなはなほかすがののべのものにぞありける
| kyō mite zo ware wa shirinuru hana wa nao kasuga no nobe no mono ni zo arikeru | Today did I see, and Understood it well, that Blossom, truly, Upon the meadows of Kasuga Is best of all. |
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Right
ありへてもかすがののもりはるにあふはとしもわかなもつめるしるしか
| arihete mo kasuga no nomori haru ni au wa toshi mo wakana mo tsumeru shirushi ka | Over passing ages, For the wardens of Kasuga, Encountering the springtime, The years and the fresh herbs, both, Have garnered as a sign, perhaps. |
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[1] A variant of this poem occurs in Shokugosenshū: In the twenty-first year of the same era, on a day when the Kyōgoku Lady of the Bedchamber visited the shrine at Kasuga, he composed this in place of the official from the province of Yamato. としごとにわかなつみつつかすが野ののもりもけふやはるをしるらん toshi goto ni / wakana tsumitsutsu / kasugano no / nomori mo kyō ya / haru o shiruran ‘Every single year / Ever plucking fresh herbs / On Kasuga Plain / The wardens, too, today / Must truly know ‘tis spring.’Mitsune (XVI: 1032/1029)
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あすからはわかなつまんとしめし野にきのふもけふもゆきはふりつつ
| 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
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. |
On seeing snow at the beginning of spring.
春たたばわかなつまむとしめおきしのべともみえず雪のふれれば
| haru tataba wakana tsumamu to shime’okishi nobe to mo miezu yuki no furereba | If spring comes then Going to pick fresh herbs Is what I did expect, but The meadows are beyond my sight In the falling snow… |
For a folding screen for the residence of Minister of the Right Tsunesuke.
野辺見ればわかなつみけりむべしこそかきねの草もはるめきにけれ
| nobe mireba wakana tumikeri mube si koso kakine no kusa mo Farumekinikeri | When I gaze upon the meadows, and Have picked fresh herbs Indeed, indeed The grasses along my brushwood fence Have grown most springlike! |
Tsurayuki