いにしへの朽木の桜春ごとにあはれむかしとおもふかひなし
| inishie no kuchigi no sakura haru goto ni aware mukashi to omou kai nashi | An ancient, Rotting cherry tree, With every spring Sorrows for those bygone days, but Thinking that has no point at all. |
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One drizzly morning, when I saw the plum blossom blooming at the Shōchōjuin, and wove a garland from them.
ふる寺の朽木の梅も春雨にそほちて花ぞほころびにける
| furudera no kuchigi no mume mo harusame ni sōchite hana zo hokorobinikeru | At an ancient temple Even the gnarled plum tree, By spring showers Drenched, into blossom Has burst out! |

Lingering snow.
春きては花とか見えんおのづから朽木の杣にふれる白雪
| haru kite wa hana to ka mien onozukara kuchigi no soma ni fureru shirayuki | When spring does come As blossom does it seem? Intermittently Upon Timber Mountain’s bare branches Is there fallen snow, so white. |
