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ちはやぶる宇治の橋守なれをしぞあはれとは思ふ年のへぬれば
tiFayaburu udi no Fasimori nare wo sizo aFare to Fa omoFu tosi no Fenureba | Mighty Uji’s bridge wardens! You, indeed, do Deeply move me Through all the passing years… |
Anonymous
Composed as a love poem, when he presented a hundred poem sequence.
おもへどもいはでの山に年をへてくちやはてなん谷のむもれ木
omoFedomo iFade no yama ni tosi wo Fete kuti ya Fate nan tani no mumoregi | I think on you, yet Stay silent as the Iwade Moutains Through the passing years Might my love rot away, as A drowned tree within the valley? |
Master of the Left Capital Office Akisuke
Left
みをすてておもひにいれるなつむしのいまいくばくもあらじとぞおもふ
mi o sutete omoi ni ireru natsumushi no ima ikubaku mo araji to zo omou | Abandoning all restraint I plunge into burning passion— Fireflies Now numberless As my thoughts. |
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Right
としをへてこひにみなぐるなつむしのあふにはかへていかがなりにし
toshi o hete koi ni minaguru natsumushi no au ni wa kaete ikaga narinishi | As the years go by, I am laid out by love— A firefly On meeting changes and What has it become? |
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When the Kyōgoku Lady of the Bedchamber became a nun and, saying she wished for him to administer her vows, came over to the Ninna Temple.
ひとりのみながめて年をふる里の荒れたる様をいかに見るらん
Fitori nomi nagamete tosi wo furu sato no aretaru sama wo ika ni miruran | All alone Have I gazed these years Past upon my retreat’s Ruined appearance, but How must it appear within your sight? |
Prince Atsumi
When Ki no Tomonori had not yet been bestowed with any official position, in connection with this when he was asked how old he was and replied that he was forty.
今までになどかは花のさかずしてよそとせあまり年ぎりはする
ima made ni nado ka Fa Fana no sakazusite yoso tose amari tosigiri Fa suru | Up to this moment Why is it that blossoms Have yet to bloom? After as much as forty years Absent a year they are… |
The Posthumous Chancellor
A poem from the Poetry Contest held by the Empress Dowager during the Reign of the Kanpyō Emperor.
年をへてもゆてふふじの山よりもあはぬ思ひは我ぞまされる
toshi o hete moyu chō fuji no yama yori mo awanu omoi wa ware zo masareru | Through all the passing years Burns Fuji; Far more than the mountain, Not meeting you, the flames of passion, Burn brightly in me. |
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