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あかずして君を恋ひつる涙にぞうきみしづみみやせわたりける
| akazushite kimi o koitsuru namida ni zo ukimi shizumimi yasewatarikeru | An endless hunger is My love for you; In tears does My flesh float and sink As it grows ever thinner. |
170
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かしまなるつくまの神のつくづくと我が身ひとつに恋をつみつる
| kashima naru tsukuma no kami no tsukuzuku to wa ga mi hitotsu ni koi o tsumikeru | In Kashima Does the God of Tsukuma Constantly Upon my flesh, alone, Lay the burdens of love? |
171
Left
あき山に恋する鹿の声たてて鳴きぞしぬべき君がこぬよは
| akiyama ni koisuru shika no koe tatete naki zo shinubeki kimi ga konu yo wa | In the autumn mountains A loving stag Cries out, I could die from weeping On nights you fail to come to call… |
116[1]
Right
契りけむ心ぞつらき七夕の年にひとたびあふは逢ふかは
| chigiriken kokoro zo tsuraki tanabata no toshi ni hito tabi au wa au ka wa | The vow Of a pitiless heart: The Weaver Maid, But once a year Will meet; can it be true? |
Fujiwara no Okikaze
117[2]
[1] Shokukokinshū XII: 1194/Shinsen man’yōshū 119
[2] Kokinshū IV: 178/Shinsen man’yōshū 460/Kokin rokujō I: 143
Spring
Left
春のたつ霞の衣うらもなく年を経てこそ花の散りけれ
| haru no tatsu kasumi no koromo ura mo naku toshi o hete koso hana no chirikere | Spring does sew A robe of haze Without an underlay, The year passes by in A scattering of blossom |
1
春の野の雪間をわけていつしかと君がためとぞ若菜摘みつる
| haru no no no yuki ma o wakete itsushika to kimi ga tame to zo wakana tsumitsuru | Across the springtime meadows Do I forge between the snows, Eagerly, so eagerly, For you, my Lord, Have I gathered fresh herbs! |
2
春霞かすみこめたる山里はこほりとくともかげはみえじを
| harugasumi kasumi kometaru yamazato wa kōri toku tomo kage wa mieji o | The haze of spring Blurs all around A mountain retreat, Even were the ice to melt I could see no sign of it! |
3
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梅枝にきゐる鶯年毎に花の匂ひをあかぬ声する
| ume ga e ni ki’iru uguisu toshigoto ni hana no nioi o akanu koesuru | Upon the plum tree’s branches Has come to rest the warbler; Every single year, that Of the blossoms’ scent He cannot get his fill he sings. |
4
桜色に花さく雨はふりぬとも千しほぞそめてうつろふなそで
| sakurairo ni hana saku ame wa furinu tomo chishio zo somete utsurou na sode | Cherry-coloured Blossoms flower, as the rain Falls on, yet Dyed a thousand times Fade not, o, my sleeves! |
5
青柳のいとはるばると緑なる行末までも思ひこそやれ
| aoyagi no ito harubaru to midori naru yukusue made mo omoi koso yare | The willow’s Branches dangle lengthily So green Right to the very end Will I fondly think of you. |
6
君にとし思ひかくれば鶯のはなのくしげもをしまざりけり
| kimi ni to si omoFikakureba uguFisu no hana no kusige mo wosimazarikeri | For my Lady did I fondly think, so The warbler’s Comb box of blossom I do not regret at all… |
Ise
It is said that she composed this poem and sent it, together with some budding scarlet plum blossom to the residence of the Kujō Lady of the Bedchamber when Her Highness held a little box match.
A poem composed by Princess Tajima, when she was staying at the palace of Prince Takechi, and thinking fondly of Prince Hozumi.
秋の田の穂向きの寄れる片寄りに君に寄りなな言痛くありとも
| aki no ta no po mukiyoreru katayori ni kimi ni yori na na kotitaku ari to mo | In the autumn fields The ripened ears incline Toward me all together; Just as I would beckon you, my love, Heedless of stinging rumours… |
Princess Tajima ( -708)
但馬皇女