Among my miscellaneous poems
世にふればうきことの葉の数ごとにたえず涙の露ぞおきける
yo ni fureba uki koto no ha no kazu goto ni taezu namida no tsuyu zo okikeru Living in this world, My words of grief Number the same as My ceaseless tears, Falling as dewdrops.[i]
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[i] See: Topic unknown. よにふればうさこそまされみ吉野の岩のかけ道ふみならしてむ yo ni fureba / usa koso masare / miyoshino no / iwa no kakemichi / fuminarashitemu ‘Living in this world / Brings only an excess of grief; / Upon fair Yoshino’s / Steep and rocky trails / Would I set my feet.’ Anonymous (Kokinshū XVIII: 951 )
ほととぎすきなくさつきの卯花のうきことのはのしげきころかな
hototogisu kinaku satsuki no u no hana no uki koto no ha no shigeki koro kana The cuckoo In the Fifth Month comes to call From the deutzia blooms— Only cold, cruel words Grow lush for me these days!
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Topic unknown.
かなしさもあはれもたぐひおほかるを人にふるさぬことの葉もがな
kanashisa mo aware mo tagui ōkaru o hito ni furusanu koto no ha mogana Sorrow and Sadness, such terms Are many, but If only folk had never used before The words I’d say to you!
Kentoku-kō
Created with Soan .
Left
つゆばかりたのみおかなんことのはにしばしもとまるいのちありやと
tsuyu bakari tanomi okanan koto no ha ni shibashi mo tomaru inochi ari ya to Dewdrop fragile Is my trust that dripping On the leaves, your words A little longer might hold My life here, perhaps…
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Right
はるさめのよにふるそらもおもほえずくもゐながらにひとこふるみは
harusame no yo ni furu sora mo omohoezu kumoi nagara ni hito kouru mi wa Spring showers Fall from night time skies—living on Is not for me, I think, for Beyond the clouds lies The one I love…
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A poem from the Poetry Contest held by the Empress Dowager during the reign of the Kanpyō emperor.
思ふてふ事の葉のみや秋をへて色もかはらぬ物にはあるらん
omoFu teFu koto no Fa nomi ya aki wo Fete iro mo kaFaranu mono ni Fa aruran My fond thoughts expressed In words, and leaves, simply On reaching autumn’s surfeit— Won’t they change their hues? No, that will never be.
Anonymous
Sakaki 榊
ゆふしでやかけつついのることのははさかきがえだにしげるなるらん
yūshide ya kaketsutsu inoru koto no ha wa sakaki no eda ni shigerunaruran Mulberry cloth Hangs down, while the prayers’ Words Upon the branches of the sacred trees Do seem to grow ever thicker!
Akinaka
七夕のなかの緒を絶えぬ秋ごとに逢ふ言の葉ぞ奉りつる
tanabata no
naka no o taenu
akigoto ni
au koto no ha zo
tatematsuritsuru
The Weaver Maid’s
Zither string snaps
Every autumn, so
To match her, words
Are what we offer.
今宵かく心づくしの言の葉や秋をとどむる門司の関守
koyoi kaku
kokorozukushi no
koto no ha ya
aki o todomuru
moji no sekimori
This night
I have drained my heart
Of words;
Autumn longing halted by
The barrier at Moji.
Kenshō
'Simply moving and elegant'