Composed on the spirit of the start of winter, in a poetry contest in 1500 rounds.
をきあかす秋のわかれのそでのつゆ霜こそむすべ冬やきぬらん
| oki akasu aki no wakare no sode no tsuyu shimo koso musube fuyu ya kinuran |
Still awake at dawn, Parting from autumn, The dew upon my sleeves Is laced through with frost: Winter has come, perhaps. |
Master of the Dowager Empress’ Household [Fujiwara no] Toshinari (1114 – 1204)
藤原俊成
Around the Ninth Month, when he was in Minase for a time: sent by return to someone who said their tears fell like the autumn leaves on Mt. Arashi.
もみぢばをさこそあらしのはらふらめこの山本も雨とふるなり
| momijiba o sa koso arashi no haraurame kono yamamoto mo ame to furu nari |
Those autumn leaves From Arashi must, indeed, Have been driven: For in these foothills, too, They fall as does the rain! |
Provisional Middle Councillor [Fujiwara no] Kintsune (1171 – 1244)
When the Regent and Grand Minister [Fujiwara no Yoshitsune] was Colonel of the Left, he held a poetry competition in one hundred rounds at his house. A poem composed on the oak tree.
時わかぬなみさへ色にいづみがははゝそのもりに嵐ふくらし
| toki wakanu nami sae iro ni izumigawa hahaso no mori ni arashi fukurashi |
Untouched by changing seasons are The waves, yet have they taken colour, On Izumi river; In the oak groves Storms rage through, it seems. |
Fujiwara no Sada’ie
藤原定家
At a time when the Regent and Grand Minister was a colonel, he had this composed for him as part of a hundred poem sequence.
かさゝぎの雲のかけはし秋くれて夜半には霜やさえわたるらん
| kasasagi no kumo no kakewashi aki kurete yowa ni wa shimo ya saewataruran |
The magpies’ Bridge, spans the clouds, And at the end of autumn In night’s depths, is it the frost That falls all around. |
The Monk Jakuren (d. 1202)
寂蓮