When I heard a warbler singing while gazing at the blossom on a spring dawn
花の色や声にそむらん鶯のなくねことなる春のあけぼの
hana no iro ya koe ni somuran uguisu no naku ne kotonaru haru no akebono The blossoms’ hue Seems to infuse his song— The warbler’s Cry is rare, indeed, At the dawn in springtime…
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ゆきとぢしたにのふるすを思ひいでてはなにむつるる鶯のこゑ
yuki tojishi tani no furusu o omoi’idete hana ni mutsururu uguisu no koe Sealed with snow His former nest within the valley I do imagine— Fondly accustomed to the blossom Comes the warbler’s song…
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When a warbler was singing from the plum blossom.
むめがかにたぐへてきけばうぐひすのこゑなつかしき春の山ざと
mume ga ka ni taguete kikeba uguisu no koe natsukashiki haru no yamazato When the scent of plum I imagine, I hear, The warbler’s Song makes for a charming Spring at my mountain retreat.
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When he was staying somewhere with bamboo before his bedroom.
竹ちかくよどこねはせじ鶯のなく声きけばあさいせられず
take tikaku yodoko ne Fa sezi uguFisu no naku kowe kikeba asa irarezu Close by the bamboo My bed, but sleep eludes me, for When the warbler’s Crying song I hear I cannot doze away the morning.
Lord Fujiwara no Korehira
When Lord Kanesuke had been promoted from Consultant Middle Captain to Middle Counsellor, the following year he went to the banquet held by the winner of the New Year Archery and composed this when all and sundry were recounting their thoughts.
旧里のみかさの山はとほけれど声は昔のうとからぬかな
Furusato no mikasa no yama Fa toFokeredo kowe Fa mukasi no utokaranu kana My ancient home Upon Mikasa Mountain is Distant, yet Your voices mean those bygone days I cannot dislike!
Lord Kanesuke
A warbler at my hermitage.
鶯のこゑぞかすみにもれてくる人めともしき春の山ざと
uguisu no koe zo kasumi ni moretekuru hitome tomoshiki haru no yamazato A warbler’s Cry from out the haze Does drift to, Secluded from other’s eyes, My mountain retreat in springtime.
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ねのびしにかすみたなびくのべに出でてはつ鶯のこゑをききつる
ne no bi shi ni kasumi tanabiku nobe ni idete hatsu uguisu no koe o kikitsuru For the Day of the Rat to, Spread with haze, The plains I went, and The first warbler’s Cry did hear.
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こゑたえずさへづれのべのももちどりのこりすくなきはるにやはあらぬ
kowe taezu saFedure nobe no momotidori nokori sukunaki Faru ni ya Fa aranu Your ceaseless songs A’singing in the meadows O, all you tiny birds, Little yet lingers Of springtime, does it not?
Fujiwara no Nagayoshi
Composed as a poem on stags.
さをしかのつまよぶこゑもいかなれや夕はわきてかなしかるらん
sawosika no tuma yobu kowe mo ika nare ya yuFu Fa wakite kanasikaruran The stag, A’crying for his mate: his bell Why is it that Particularly at eventide It should be so sad?
Master of the Right Capital Office Naganori
秋風のをぎの下葉を吹きみだるそらにみちつるひぐらしの声
akikaze no ogi no shitaba o fukimidaru sore ni michitsuru higurashi no koe The autumn gusts The underleaves of cogon grass Blow into confusion, All filled with Sunset cicadas’ songs…
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[i] Motozane-shū (65) with the headnote ‘Sunset cicadas’ (higurashi 日暮).
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