In Spring, His Majesty, the Priestly Retired Emperor [Uda] was at Hanayama; when he was about to return home:
待てと言はばいともかしこし花山にしばしと鳴かん鳥の音も哉
| mate to iFaba ito mo kasikosi Fanayama ni sibasi to nakan tori no ne mo gana |
Should I say to wait, It would be impertinent; In Hanayama ‘ Linger but a while,’ call The birds-or I wish they did. |
Archbishop Henjō
僧正遍照
Written on something when he had first shaved his head.
たらちめはかゝれとてしもむばたまの我が黑髮を撫でずや有りけん
| taratime Fa kakare tote simo mubatama no wa ga kuro kami wo nadezu ya ariken |
My loving mother: Had she known this would be, Lily-seed Black, my hair, She would not have smoothed, I think. |
Archbishop Henjō
僧正遍照
When he was setting out to climb a mountain.
今更に我は歸らじ瀧見つゝ呼べど聞かずと問はば答へよ
| ima sara ni ware Fa kaFerazi taki mitutu yobedo kikazu to toFaba kotaFeyo |
From this point on I shall not return; We saw the falls And called him, but he did not hear- Should anyone so enquire, tell them that. |
Archbishop Henjō
僧正遍照
Once she had gone to a temple called Isonokami and, when it grew dark, she decided to return home with the dawn and stayed the night; someone said, ‘Henjō is here,’ so she sent him this to see what his reaction would be.
岩の上旅寢をすればいと寒し苔の衣を我に貸さなん
| iFa no uFe tabine wo sureba ito samusi koke no koromo wo ware ni kasanan |
Atop this crag I am to spend a traveller’s night; So cold! Your robes of moss, Won’t you lend me? |
Ono no Komachi
小野小町
On the road, on a profusion of blossom around the Third Month.
折つればたぶさにけがる立てながら三世の佛に花たてまつる
| wori tureba tabusa ni kegaru tatenagara miyo no Fotoke ni Fana tatematuru |
Were I to pluck one, My hand would besmirch it, so As they stand To the Three Worlds’ Buddhas I’ll proffer these flowers. |
Archbishop Henjō
僧正遍照