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秋はててわが身しぐれにふりぬれば事の葉さへにうつろひにけり
| aki Fatete wa ga mi sigure ni Furinureba koto no Fa saFe ni uturorinikeri | Autumn is done, as you are with My sorry self by showers Drenched, so Even your words Have changed their hue. |
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The flowers before him at the Uda Mansion were particularly beautiful in the morning dew, so he summoned her to show her.
白露のかはるもなにかをしからんありてののちもややうきものを
| siratuyu no kaFaru mo nani ka wosikaran arite no noti mo yaya ukimono wo | What, of the silver dewdrops Changing Might I regret? For even after they have been Somewhat hard will be this world… |
His Majesty, the Priestly Retired Emperor
After he had already grown old, he planted a flowering plum and, at the beginning of the year when he had something on his mind
うゑし時花見むとしもおもはぬにさきちる見ればよはひ老いにけり
| uesi toki Fana mimu to simo omoFanu ni sakitiru mireba yoFai oinikeri | When I planted them, These blossoms to see I did not think, but Seeing them bloom and scatter, Such is my old age! |
Lord Fujiwara no Sukemoto
藤原扶幹朝臣
Sent to the Princess of the Fourth.[i]
葦たづの沢辺に年はへぬれども心は雲のうへにのみこそ
| asitadu no saFabe ni tosi Fa Fenuredomo kokoro Fa kumo no uFe ni nomi koso | Among the reeds, a crane, By the marsh’s edge years Have passed, yet, His heart is for the clouds’ Heights, alone… |
The Minister of the Right
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[i] Princess Isoko (Kinshi) 勤子 (904-938), the fifth daughter of Emperor Daigo 醍醐 (885-930; r. 897-930) (her sobriquet comes from her rank – shihon 四品 (‘Fourth Order’). She was to marry Fujiwara no Morosuke 藤原師輔 (909-960), who writes to her here, in 930, after a secret affair, becoming the first imperial princess to marry a commoner. She is chiefly remembered today, however, as the patron of Minamoto no Shitagō 源順 (911-983) who ordered him to produce Japan’s first dictionary, Wamyō ruijushō 和名類聚抄 (931-938).
When he had finally, after great effort, received a letter from a woman who would give him no reply.
跡みれば心なぐさのはまちどり今は声こそきかまほしけれ
| ato mireba kokoro nagusa no Famatidori ima Fa kowe koso kikamaFosikere | Seeing these tracks Does ease my heart Plover on the beach, but Now, it is your voice, indeed, That I long to hear more!’ |
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