Scarlet leaves
Left
つねよりもはやきもみぢはしらつゆのわきて心をおけるとやみん
| tsune yori mo hayaki momiji wa shiratsuyu no wakite kokoro o okeru to ya min | Earlier than Usual upon the scarlet leaves Have silver dewdrops Burst—is it my heart that With them seems to fall? |
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Right
もみぢばのながれてせけばやまがははあさきよりなほみづやひぬらん
| momijiba no nagarete sekeba yamagawa wa asaki yori nao mizu ya hinuran | Scarlet leaves Flow down and block A mountain stream, so Shallower than ever do Its waters seem to fall? |
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The Beginning of Winter
Left (Tie)
しものうへにふるはつゆきのあさごほりとけむほどこそひさしかりけれ
| shimo no ue ni furu hatsuyuki no asagōri tokemu hodo koso hisashikarikeri | Upon the frost Falls first snow turning To ice with the morning; The time ‘twill take to melt Will be long, indeed. |
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Right
かみなづきもみぢのいろはふくかぜとたにのみづとぞおとしはてつる
| kaminazuki momiji no iro wa fuku kaze to tani no mizu to zo otoshihatetsuru | In the Godless Month The scarlet leaves’ hue With the gusting wind, and The waters in the valley, do Drop completely. |
Mitsune
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The first time he spoke with Kamo no Narisuke, he took a shallow wine-cup and composed:
ききわたるみたらしがはの水きよみそこのこころをけふぞみるべき
| kikiwataru mitarashigawa no mizu kiyomi soko no kokoro o kyō zo mirubeki | Listening, The River Mitarashi’s Waters are so pure That to the bottom of my heart I can see today. |
Kunimoto, the Governor of Tsu
Blossom falls wordlessly from the trees, while the waters flow into the souless pond.
はなも水も心なぎさやいかならむ庭に浪たつはるの木のもと
| hana mo mizu mo kokoro nagisa ya ikanaramu niwa ni nami tatsu haru no ko no moto | Both the blossoms and the waters, too, Touch the shores of my heart— Why should that be? At my estate the breaking waves Of spring wash the bases of the trees. |
Jien
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白露ぞ霜となりける冬のよはあまの河さへ水こほりけり
| shiratsuyu zo shimo to narikeru fuyu no yo wa ama no kawa sae mizu kōrikeri | Silver dewdrops Have turned to frost On this winter’s night Even the River of Heaven’s Waters have frozen. |
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Right
冬の海に降りいる雪やそこにゐて春たつ浪の花とさくらん
| fuyu no umi ni furi’iru yuki ya soko ni ite haru tatsu nami no hana to sakuran | Upon the sea in winter, Falling down, is the snow: Does it rest upon the bed and With the waves breaking in springtime Bloom into blossom? |
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