誰も皆今朝は桜をうちすてて桃をたづねて過ぐすなりけり
| tare mo mina kesa wa sakura o uchiisutete momo o tazunete sugusu narikeri |
Every single one This morning does cherry Abandon and In search of peach Spend their time! |
Minamoto no Shunrai
Left.
櫻色の袖もひとへにかはるまでうつりにけりな過る月日は
| sakura iro no sode mo hitoe ni kawaru made utsurinikeri na suguru tsukihi wa |
Cherry-coloured Sleeves for single-fold Garb are changed; All already faded, With the passing months and days… |
29
Right (Win)
ふみしだく安積の沼の夏草にかつみだれそふしのぶもぢずり
| fumishidaku asaka no numa no natsukusa ni katsumidare sou shinobu mojizuri |
Crushed beneath my feet At the marsh of Asaka In the summer grasses A confusion of irises Longingly imprint their pattern. |
30
Left (Tie).
網代木に櫻こませば行春のいさよふ浪をえやはとゞむる
| ajirogi ni sakura komaseba yuku haru no isayou nami o e ya wa todomuru |
Can stakes of fish traps, Mixed with cherry petals, Departing spring’s Impeded waves Bring to a halt, perhaps? |
27
Right
あはれいかに霞も花もなれなれて雲しく谷に歸る鶯
| aware ika ni kasumi mo hana mo narenarete kumo shiku tani ni kaeru uguisu |
O, however much The hazes and the blossoms We have come to love, To the cloud-strewn valleys The warbler does return. |
28
人聲にほつとしたやら夕櫻
| hito koe ni hotsu to shita yara yuzakura |
Amid the sound of voices Blushing stands An evening cherry. |
何櫻かざくら錢の世也けり
| nani sakura kazakura zeni no yo narikeri |
To see any cherry at all One need pay a fee In this world of ours. |
On the leaves on the trees: thinking to see the autumn leaves on the cherry trees at the end of autumn, he went deep into Yoshino; on resting on his cane a moment, feet hurting in his straw sandals:
木の葉散桜は輕し檜木笠
| ki no ha chiru sakura wa karushi hinoki gasa |
All the leaves have fallen and The cherries seem insubstantial As my cypress umbrella. |
(1684)
A certain person planted some cherry trees and then died in the Fourth Month of that year; on seeing them blooming for the first time the following year:
花見んとうへけん人もなきやどのさくらはこぞの春ぞさかまし
| hana min to ueken hito mo naki yado no sakura wa kozo no haru zo sakamashi |
To see the blossoms, Planting, you From home are gone; Had the cherries come last Spring, oh, how much better… |
Ōe no Yoshitoki (d.?1010)