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SKKS X: 945

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かぜさむみ伊勢のはま荻分行けばころもかりがねなみになくなり

kaze samumi
ise no hama ogi
wakeyukeba
koromo kari ga ne
nami ni naku nari
The wind’s so chill, as
Through the silver grass upon the beach at Ise
I forge my way, that
I’d borrow a robe with goose cries
Sounding ‘cross the waves!

Former Middle Counsellor Masafusa

A kuzushiji version of the poem's text.
Created with Soan.

Horikawa-in enjo awase 16

うらみかねさ夜の衣を人しれず思ひかへせどなぐさまぬかな

uramikane
sayo no koromo o
hito shirezu
omoikaesedo
nagusamanu kana
Unable to despise you,
On this brief night, my robe,
Unknown to all,
I did reverse in constant thought of you, but
It brought me no comfort, at all!

Kii, from the Ichijō Palace
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In reply.

ひたすらにさよの衣にことよせてうらなき人を恨みざらなん

hitasura ni
sayo no koromo ni
kotoyosete
uranaki hito o
uramizaranan
Truly,
On this brief night, your robe
Is but a pretext—
An unfeeling lady
I would not despise!

The Governor of Mimasaka
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Shiki koi sanshu uta’awase – Spring

Spring

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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

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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!

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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!

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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.

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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!

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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.

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