Composed when people stopped to view the wisteria blooming at his house.
わが宿にさけるふぢなみ立帰すぎがてにのみ人の見る覧
| wa ga yado ni sakeru Fudinami tatikaFeri sugigate ni nomi Fito no miruran | At my house Bloom wisteria waves, Breaking and returning; Simply impossible to pass by Folk find the sight, it seems. |
Mitsune
A party of ladies on their way home from Shiga came into the precincts of the Kazan temple and stood for a while beneath the wisteria; when they had gone, he composed this and sent it to them.
よそに見てかへらん人にふぢの花はひまつはれよ枝はおるとも
| yoso ni mite kaFeran Fito ni Fudi no Fana FaFimatuFare yo eda Fa oru tomo | A casual glance, and Then those girls are gone; O, wisteria blooms, Twine around and hold them here, Though your branches break… |
Archbishop Henjō
In reply.
祈りつつ千代をかけたる藤浪に生の松こそ思遣らるれ
| inoritutu tiyo wo kaketaru Fudinami ni iki no matu koso omoFiyararure |
I shall pray on across A thousand generations Of wisteria waves with The pines of Iki Ever in my thoughts. |
Fujiwara no Tamemasa
藤原為正
我が宿の松にひさしき藤の花紫野には咲きやしぬらむ
| wa ga yado no matu ni Fisasiki Fudi no Fana murasakino ni Fa saki ya sinuramu |
My dwelling’s Pines endure while The wisteria flowers At Murasakino in violet Bloom and then do seem to die… |
Mibu no Tadami
壬生忠見
On the morning when the messengers departed for the extraordinary Kamo Festival, she sent this to the Principal Wife of the Minister of the Left attached to the flowers used to decorate their hair.
ちはやぶるかもの河辺のふぢなみはかけてわするる時のなきかな
| tiFayaburu kamo no kaFabe no Fudinami Fa kakete wasururu toki no naki kana |
Puissant Kamo’s river shore by Wisteria waves is Washed; forgotten Never will you be! |
Hyōe
兵衛
When she was asked to send something to the house of a man.
はる日さす藤のうら葉のうらとけて君し思はば我もたのまん
| Faru Fi sasu Fudi no uraba utitokete kimi si omoFaba ware mo tanoman |
Spring sun shines on The wisteria’s underleaves; If kindly You do think of me, then I, too, will grant my trust. |
Anonymous
A poem composed on the 6th day when enjoy ing the view of the sea at Fuse.
藤波の花の盛りにかくしこそ浦漕ぎ廻つつ年に偲はめ
| pudinami no pana no sakari ni kakusi koso ura kogimitutu tosi ni sinopame |
Wisteria in waves Does bloom in profusion, Just so Into this bay let’s row And enjoy it every year! |
On hearing that a certain lady had been being visited by another man, I put on a show of ignorance and wrote this upon his fan beside a drawing of Matsushima.
まつにこそ思ひかゝるときゝしまにねにあらはれて見ゆる藤なみ
| matu ni koso omoFikakaru to kikisi ma ni ne ni araFarete miyuru fudi nami |
On these pines, indeed, Do you think fondly, I did hear; Their slumbering roots washed Plainly by wisteria waves. |
On wisteria.
人なき日藤に培ふ法師かな
| hito naki hi fuji ni tsuchikau hoshi kana |
On a day off, Cultivating wisteria, Is the priest. |