Love on Parting 別恋
あけがたの袖のけしきの露けさに道のしづくはおもひやりなん
| akegata no sode no keshiki no tsuyu kesa ni michi no shizuku wa omoiyarinan | With the dawning My sleeves’ appearance is Dew-drenched this morning; The droplets on the path Fill my thoughts with gloomy longing. |
Akinaka
Love on Waking from Sleep 寝覚恋
夢にさへ涙せきあへぬ身にしあればねてもさめてもぬるる袖かな
| yume ni sae namida seki’aenu mi ni shi areba netemo sametemo nururu sode kana | Even in my dreams My tears will not be dammed – Such is my lot, so Sleeping and waking both Have I soaking sleeves! |
Kanemasa
Love on Waking from Sleep 寝覚恋
あさましやねざめてみれば跡もなし夢なりけりな袖はひつるも
| asamashi ya nezamete mireba ato mo nashi yume narikeri na sode wa hitsuru mo | How terrible it is! On waking, when I see No trace left behind Of my dreams – Even my sleeves completely dry… |
Toshiyori
Love as a Month Passes 経月恋
衣手もくちはてぬべしあふことの月をへだててとはぬうらみに
| koromode mo kuchihatenubeshi au koto no tsuki o hedatete towanu urami ni | Even my sleeves Must have rotted all away! For we met and then A month has passed Without a word – how I hate you for it! |
Higo
Love as a Month Passes 経月恋
衣手もなかにはしばしおかざりき月をへだつる君やなになり
| koromode mo naka ni wa shibashi okazariki tsuki o hedatsuru kimi wa nani nari | Even upon my sleeves, or Within, has it for a while Not come to rest: That moon – while it has interfered What of you, my love? |
Nakazane
Love Interrupted by a Single Night 隔一夜恋
たちまちにかはりしもせじから衣一夜ばかりに袖のぬるらん
| tachimachi ni kawarishi mo seji karakoromo hito yo bakari ni sode no nururan | A sudden Change will there be not – My Cathay robe For just this single night Will surely have soaked sleeves. |
Higo
Gosechi 五節
をとめ子が袖ふりそめしをみ衣とよのあかりにたえせざりけり
| otomego ga sode furisomeshi omigoromo toyo no akari ni taesezarikeri | The maidens Have begun to wave the sleeves of Their purification robes; The Festival of New Grain Has endured for ever! |
Nakazane
Gosechi 五節
をとめ子が雲のうへにて袖ふれば日影にまがふあまの羽衣
| otomego ga kumo no ue nite sode fureba hikage ni magau ama no hagoromo | The maidens are Above the clouds Sleeves waving, so Indistinguishable from sunlight are Their heavenly gossamer robes! |
Akinaka
A poem from a poetry competition held by Her Majesty, the Empress, during the Kanpyō period.
梅が香を袖にうつしてとどめてば春は過ぐとも形見ならまし
| mume ga ka wo sode ni utusite todometeba Faru Fa sugutomo katami naramasi | If only the plums’ scent Would shift to my sleeves and Stay there, then Even when spring is past and gone A keepsake would it be… |
Anonymous
結ぶ手の袂涼しくなりゆくは泉に秋のすむにやあるらむ
| musubu te no tamoto suzushiku nariyuku wa izumi ni aki no sumu ni ya aruramu | Cupped, my hands; How cool my sleeves Are becoming Is it that by a spring that autumn Does seem to dwell? |
Yōen/Eien (1048-1125)
永縁