Composed as a poem on stags.
さをしかのつまよぶこゑもいかなれや夕はわきてかなしかるらん
sawosika no tuma yobu kowe mo ika nare ya yuFu Fa wakite kanasikaruran The stag, A’crying for his mate: his bell Why is it that Particularly at eventide It should be so sad?
Master of the Right Capital Office Naganori
荻の葉に露ふきむすぶ秋風もゆふべぞわきて身にはしみける
ogi no ha ni tsuyu fukimusubu akikaze mo yūbe zo wakite mi ni wa shimikeru To the blades of cogon grass Carrying drenching dewdrops The autumn breeze At eventide, particularly, Pierces my heart.
Kaoru
恨みわびまたじと思ふゆふべだに猶山のはに月はいでにけり
uramiwabi mataji to omou yūbe dani nao yama no ha ni tsuki wa idenikeri Lonely and hating him, ‘I’ll wait no more,’ I think, but Even on such an evening, Still from the mountain’s edge The moon has appeared—will he…
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物おもはぬ野べの草木の葉にだにも秋の夕べは露ぞおきける
mono’omowanu nobe no kusaki no ha ni dani mo aki no yūbe wa tsuyu zo okikeru How startling— Even the grasses and trees upon the plain, Leaves turned sere, This autumn evening Are weighed down by dew.
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On the evening autumn breeze
秋ならでただ大かたの風のおとも夕べはことにかなしきものを
aki narade tada ōkata no kaze no oto mo yūbe wa koto ni kanashiki mono o ’Tis not only in the autumn, but The simple, commonplace Sound of wind In the evening is truly A sad thing, indeed…
くれかかるゆふべの空をながむればこだかき山に秋風ぞふく
kurekakaru yūbe no sora o nagamureba kodakaki yama ni akikaze zo fuku Twilight drapes across The evening sky As I gaze up, Through the trees upon the mountain heights The autumn wind is blowing.
On the view near the mountains
声たかみ林にさけぶ猿よりもわれぞ物おもふあきのゆふべは
koe takami hayashi sakebu saru yori mo ware zo mono’omou aki no yūbe wa With voices loud Within the woods howl The monkeys, but far more Sunk in gloomy thought am I, On this autumn evening…
Orange blossom at an ancient estate.
いにしへをしのぶとなしにふる里のゆふべの雨ににほふたち花
inishie o shinobu to nashi ni furusato no yūbe no ame ni niou tachibana Bygone days I do not recall, but At an ancient estate In the evening rain Comes the scent of orange blossom.[i]
[i] This poem functions as a reply to: Topic unknown. さつきまつ花橘のかをかげば昔の人の袖のかぞする satsuki matsu / hana tachibana no / ka o kageba / mukashi no hito no / sode no ka zo suru ‘Awaiting the Fifth Month / The orange blossoms’ / Scent fills the air, and / Folk from long ago / With their perfumed sleeves come back to me.’ Anonymous (KKS III: 139 ).
山ざくらいまはのころの花の枝にゆふべの雨の露ぞこぼるる
yamazakura ima wa no koro no hana no e ni yūbe no ame no tsuyu zo koboruru The mountain cherries’ End draws near now; Upon the blossomed branches The evening rain Drips as heavy dew.
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Blossom amid the evening rain.
やま桜あだに散りにし花の枝に夕べの雨の露ぞ残れる
yamazakura ada ni chirinishi hana no e ni yūbe no ame no tsuyu zo nokoreru The mountain cherry Has scattered so swiftly Upon the branch where blossom lay The evening rain’s Dewfall remains!
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