When he was sent into exile.
あめの下のがるゝ人のなければや着てし濡れ衣干るよしもなき
| ame no sita nogaruru Fito no nakereba ya kitesi nureginu Firu yosi mo naki |
From the heavens’ falling rain, No one escapes, So, Blameless, I wear my soaking clothes With no way to dry them. |
The Posthumous Grand Minister [Sugawara no Michizane]
菅原道真
When he was sent into exile, he gazed at the plum blossom at his house.
東風吹かばにほひをこせよ梅花主なしとて春を忘るな
| koti fukaba niFoFi wokoseyo mume no Fana aruzi nasi tote Faru wo wasuru na |
Should the east winds blow, Carry me the fragrance Of plum blossom; And though your lord is gone, Never forget the springtime. |
The Posthumous Grand Minister [Sugawara no Michizane]
菅原道真
Sent back after he was sent into exile.
君が住む宿のこずゑのゆくゆくと隱るるまでにかへりみしはや
| kimi ga sumu yado no kozuwe no yukuyuku to kakururu made ni kaFeri misi Fa ya |
My lady lives In the house beyond those treetops; As I went along, ’ Til they were quite gone from sight Did I backwards turn my gaze. |
The Posthumous Grand Minister, [Sugawara no Michizane].
When going to a place far distant from his home, he garlanded some cherry blossoms from his garden.
さくら花主をわすれぬ物ならば吹き來む風に事づてはせよ
| sakurabana nusi wo wasurenu mono naraba Fukikomu kaze ni kotodute Fa seyo |
O, cherry blossoms, Do not forget your master; If such you are, then With the gusting wind, Send me a word. |
The Minister of the Right, Sugawara [no Michizane] (845-903)
菅原道真
When the Suzakuin (Retired Emperor Uda) travelled to Nara, he composed this at Tamuke Mountain.
この旅は幣もとりあへずたむけ山紅葉の錦神のまにまに
| kono tabi Fa nusa mo toriaFezu tamuke yama momidi no nisiki kami no manimani |
On this journey I cannot prepare woven headbands; On Mount Tamuke The scarlet leaves are brocades For the gods, if they will have them. |
Lord Sugawara [no Michizane]
菅原道真
In the same reign, at a chrysanthemum contest, a miniature beach was constructed and poems attached to the chrysanthemums planted upon it. The miniature was modelled upon the beach at Fukiage [Gusting], and when the chrysanthemums had been planted, he composed:
秋風のふきあげに立てるしらぎくは花かあらぬか浪のよするか
| aki kaze no Fukiage ni tateru shiragiku Fa Fana ka aranu ka nami no yosuru ka |
The Autumn wind Gusting: here stand White chrysanthemums- Are they blooms? Or, are they not? Merely waves breaking on the shore. |
Sugawara [no Michizane]
菅原