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花の木も今はほりうゑじ春立てばうつろふ色に人ならひけり

hana no ki mo ima wa horiueji haru tateba utsurou iro ni hito naraikeri

Trees full of blossom: Too late now to transplant them And with spring’s passing So their colours fade A lesson learned by men.

Sosei
7[1]

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春の野に若菜つまむとこし我を散りかふ花に道はまどひぬ

haru no no ni wakana tumamu to koshi ware o chirikau hana ni michi wa madoinu

To the meadows in springtime Thinking to pick fresh herbs Did I come, but Amongst the scattered blossom Have I lost my way.

8[2]

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[1] Kokinshū II: 92

[2] A minor variant of this poem appears in Kokinshū (II: 116), attributed to Ki no Tsurayuki.