Composed gazing at the moon when there were baseless rumours about her.
如何にせむ歎の杜は茂けれど木の間の月の隱れなき世を
ika ni semu
nageki no mori Fa
sigekeredo
ko no ma no tuki no
kakurenaki yo wo |
What am I to do?
The sacred groves of Nageki with grief
Grow lush, yet
Between the trees, from the moon
There is no hiding in this world. |
The Daughter of Tachibana no Toshimune
橘俊宗女
時鳥歎の杜に飽かずして君が待つをば過ぎにけるかな
Fototogisu
nageki no mori ni
akazusite
kimi ga matu woba
suginikeru kana |
Of the cuckoos’
Sad cries in Nageki’s sacred groves
You could never get enough
While your wait
Continued on! |
Fujiwara no Akisue
藤原顕季
生ひ立ちて枯れぬと聞きし木の下の歎の杜といかでなりけむ
oFitatite
karenu to kikisi
ko no moto no
nageki no mori to
ikade narikemu |
They grow tall and
Never wither, I heard, so
Below the trees, where
Grief grows in Nageki’s sacred groves,
What will happen there? |
Kiyowara no Motosuke
清原元輔
Topic unknown.
ねぎ事をさのみ聞きけむ社こそはては歎の杜となるらめ
negigoto wo
sanomi kikikemu
yasiro koso
Fate Fa nageki no
mori to narurame |
Prayers in
Such numbers are answered
At this shrine, that
In the end, grief grows in to Nageki’s
Sacred groves. |
Sanuki
讃岐
Oaks 柞
いはばやないはたのもりの柞原へだつるきりは立ちものくやと
iwaba ya na
iwata no mori no
hahasowara
hedatsuru kiri wa
tachi mo noku ya to | Craggy, indeed, is
The sacred grove of Iwata;
The oak trees
Covered by the mists
Rising ever upward, they say… |
Tadafusa
Oaks 柞
はぐくみし木ずゑさびしく成りぬらん柞のもりのちり行くみれば
hagukumishi
kozue sabishiku
narinuramu
hahaso no mori no
chiriyuku mireba | Carefully raised
The treetops lonely
Do seem to have become;
When the oak groves
Scatter in my sight… |
Toshiyori
源俊頼
山城の岩田の杜の柞原見つつや君が一人来ゆらむ
yamasiro no
iFata no mori no
FaFasoFara
mitutu ya kimi ga
Fitori koyuramu |
In Yamashiro,
At the sacred grove of Iwata,
Where the oak trees
Fill your sight; my Lord,
Have you come alone? |
山城の岩田の杜の柞原いはねど秋は色づきにけり
yamasiro no
iFata no mori no
FaFasoFara
iFanedo aki Fa
irodukinikeri |
In Yamashiro
At the sacred grove of Iwata
The oak trees
Say nothing, yet autumn
Hues have taken on. |
Ki no Rōme
きのらう女
五月来ば信太の杜の時鳥木伝ふ千枝の数ごとに鳴け
satsuki koba
shinoda no mori no
hototogisu
ko tsutau chie no
kazugoto ni nake |
When the summer comes,
In Shinoda’s sacred grove
Cuckoos
Annouce the tree’s thousand branches
With a song for every one! |
Minamoto no Shunrai
思ふ事千々にや繁き呼子鳥信太の杜の方に鳴くなり
omoFu koto
tidi ni ya sigeki
yobukodori
sinoda no mori no
kata ni nakunari |
Are my thoughts
As profuse as the thousand upon thousands of
Cuckoos
Toward Shinoda’s sacred grove
A’calling? |
Ōe no Masafusa
'Simply moving and elegant'