なき名のみたつたの山のあをつづら又くる人も見えぬ所に
| nakina nomi tatuta no yama no awotudura mata kuru Fito mo mienu tokoro ni | Groundless rumours, alone, Arise, as on Tatsuta Mountain Fresh creepers Wind their way where no one Comes to see, yet… |

On a day when I had been visiting temples, to the Captain of the Outer Palace Guards:
いそがなむ散りもこそすれもみぢするまさきのかづら遲くゝるとて
| isoganamu tiri mo koso sure momidi suru masaki no kadura osoku kuru tote |
Make haste! For they will fall, Taking on autumn shades, The evergreen creepers, Should you dally more! |
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あき風の吹き裏がへす葛の葉のうらみても猶うらめしき哉
| akikaze no Fuki uragaFesu kuzu no Fa no uramitemo naFo urameshiki kana |
The autumn wind, Gusting, reveals the underside Of trailing creepers’ leaves; Catching a glimpse into your turncoat heart How bitter I do feel! |
いかにせむ葛はふ松の時のまも恨みて吹かぬ秋風ぞなき
| ika ni semu kuzu hau matsu no toki no ma mo uramite fukanu akikaze zo naki |
What am I to do? The creepers twining round the pine At every moment Reveal their bitter undersides in the ever Gusting autumn wind. |
故郷を別路に生ふる葛の葉の風は吹けどもかへる世もなし
| furusato o wakareji ni ouru kuzu no ha no kaze wa fukedomo kaeru yo mo nashi |
From my home I parted, and along the path grew Trailing creepers’ leaves, Blown by the wind, yet Never in this world shall I return there. |
When people were composing poems on ‘one’s feelings on arriving at a run-down house in autumn’ at the Kawara estate.
八重葎茂れる宿のさびしきに人こそ見えぬ秋は來にけり
| yaFe mugura sigereru yado no sabisiki ni Fito koso mienu aki Fa kinikeri |
Overlaying creepers Grow thickly on this house, So desolate, Folk nowhere to be seen With the coming of autumn. |