100 Poems by 100 Poets
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Empress Jito The spring has passed And the summer come again; For the silk-white robes, So they say, are spread to dry On the "Mount of Heaven's Perfume." |
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Kakinomoto no Hitomaro Oh, the foot-drawn trail Of the mountain-pheasant's tail Drooped like down-curved branch! Through this long, long-dragging night Must I lie in bed alone? |
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Yamabe no Akahito When I take the path To Tago's coast, I see Perfect whiteness laid On Mount Fuji's lofty peak By the drift of falling snow. |
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Sarumaru In the mountain depths, Treading through the crimson leaves, The wandering stag calls. When I hear the lonely cry, Sad--how sad!--the autumn is. |
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Otomo no Yakamochi If I see that bridge That is spanned by flights of magpies Across the arc of heaven Made white with a deep-laid frost, Then the night is almost past. |
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Abe no Nakamaro When I look up at The wide-stretched plain of heaven, Is the moon the same That rose on Mount Mikasa In the land of Kasuga? |
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The Monk Kisen My lowly hut is Southeast from the capital. Thus I choose to live. And the world in which I live Men have named a "Mount of Gloom." |
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Ono no Komachi Color of the flower Has already faded away, While in idle thoughts My life passes vainly by, As I watch the long rains fall. |
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Semimaru Truly, this is where Travelers who go or come Over parting ways-- Friends or strangers--all must meet: The gate of "Meeting Hill." |
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Ono no Takamura Over the wide sea Towards its many distant isles My ship sets sail. Will the fishing boats thronged here Proclaim my journey to the world? |
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The Monk Henjo Let the winds of heaven Blow through the paths among the clouds And close their gates. Then for a while I could detain These messengers in maiden form. |
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Emperor Yozei From Tsukuba's peak Falling waters have become Mina's still, full flow: So my love has grown to be Like the river's quiet deeps. |
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Minamoto no Toru Like Michinoku prints Of the tangled leaves of ferns, It is because of you That I have become confused; But my love for you remains. |
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Emperor Koko It is for your sake That I walk the fields in spring, Gathering green herbs, While my garment's hanging sleeves Are speckled with falling snow. |
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Ariwara no Yukihira Though we are parted, If on Mount Inaba's peak I should hear the sound Of the pine trees growing there, I'll come back again to you. |
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Ariwara no Narihira Even when the gods Held sway in the ancient days, I have never heard That water gleamed with autumn red As it does in Tatta's stream |
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Fujiwara no Toshiyuki The waves are gathered On the shore of Sumi Bay, And in the gathered night, When in dreams I go to you, I hide from people's eyes. |
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Lady Ise Even for a time Short as a piece of the reeds In Naniwa's marsh, We must never meet again: Is this what you are asking me? |
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Prince Motoyoshi In this dire distress My life is meaningless. So we must meet now, Even though it costs my life In the Bay of Naniwa. |
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The Monk Sosei Just because she said, "In a moment I will come," I've awaited her Until the moon of daybreak, In the long month, has appeared. |
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Fun'ya no Yasuhide It is by its breath That autumn's leaves of trees and grass Are wasted and driven. So they call this mountain wind The wild one, the destroyer. |
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Oe no Chisato As I view the moon, Many things come into my mind, And my thoughts are sad; Yet it's not for me alone, That the autumn time has come. |
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Sugawara no Michizane At the present time, Since I could bring no offering, See Mount Tamuke! Here are brocades of red leaves, As a tribute to the gods. |
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Fujiwara no Sadakata If your name is true, Trailing vine of "Meeting Hill," Isn't there some way, Hidden from people's gaze, That you can draw her to my side? |
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Fujiwara no Tadahira If the maple leaves On Ogura mountain Could only have hearts, They would longingly await The emperor's pilgrimage. |
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Fujiwara no Kanesuke Over Mika's plain, Gushing forth and flowing free, Is Izumi's stream. I do not know if we have met: Why, then, do I long for her? |
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Minamoto no Muneyuki Winter loneliness In a mountain village grows Only deeper, when Guests are gone, and leaves and grass Are withered: troubling thoughts. |
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Oshikochi no Mitsune If it were my wish To pick the white chrysanthemums, Puzzled by the frost Of the early autumn time, I by chance might pluck the flower. |
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Mibu no Tadamine Like the morning moon, Cold, unpitying was my love. And since we parted, I dislike nothing so much As the breaking light of day. |
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Sakanoue no Korenori At the break of day, Just as though the morning moon Lightened the dim scene, Yoshino's village lay In a haze of falling snow. |
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Harumichi no Tsuraki In a mountain stream There is a wattled barrier Built by the busy wind. Yet it's only maple leaves, Powerless to flow away. |
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Ki no Tomonori In the peaceful light Of the ever-shining sun In the days of spring, Why do the cherry's new-blown blooms Scatter like restless thoughts? |
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Fujiwara no Okikaze Who is still alive When I have grown so old That I can call my friends? Even Takasago's pines No longer offer comfort. |
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Ki no Tsurayuki The depths of the hearts Of humankind cannot be known. But in my birthplace The plum blossoms smell the same As in the years gone by. |
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Kiyohara no Fukayabu In the summer night The evening still seems present, But the dawn is here. To what region of the clouds Has the wandering moon come home? |
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ÇòϪ¤ò É÷¤Î¤Õ¤¤·¤¯ ½©¤ÎÌî¤Ï ¤Ä¤é¤Ì¤¤È¤á¤Ì ¶Ì¤¾¤Á¤ê¤±¤ë |
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Fun'ya no Asayasu In the autumn fields When the heedless wind blows by Over the pure-white dew, How the myriad unstrung gems Are scattered everywhere around |
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˺¤é¤ë¤ë ¿È¤ò¤Ð»×¤Ï¤º ÀÀ¤Ò¤Æ¤· ¿Í¤ÎÌ¿¤Î Àˤ·¤¯¤â¤¢¤ë¤«¤Ê |
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Lady Ukon Though he forsook me, For myself I do not care: He made a promise, And his life, who is forsworn, Oh how pitiful that is. |
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Minamoto no Hitoshi Bamboo growing Among the tangled reeds Like my hidden love: But it is too much to bear That I still love her so. |
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Taira no Kanemori Though I would hide it, In my face it still appears-- My fond, secret love. And now he questions me: "Is something bothering you?" |
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Mibu no Tadami It is true I love, But the rumor of my love Had gone far and wide, When people should not have known That I had begun to love. |
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Kiyohara no Motosuke Our sleeves were wet with tears As pledges that our love-- Will last until Over Sue's Mount of Pines Ocean waves are breaking. |
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Fujiwara no Atsutada I have met my love. When I compare this present With feelings of the past, My passion is now as if I have never loved before. |
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Fujiwara no Asatada If it should happen That we never met again, I would not complain; And I doubt that she or I Would feel that we were left alone. |
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Fujiwara no Koremasa Surely there is none Who will speak a pitying word About my lost love. Now my folly's fitting end Is my own nothingness. |
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Sone no Yoshitada Like a mariner Sailing over Yura's strait With his rudder gone: Where, over the deep of love, The end lies, I do not know. |
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Ȭ½Å¤à¤°¤é ¤·¤²¤ì¤ë½É¤Î ¤µ¤Ó¤·¤¤Ë ¿Í¤³¤½¸«¤¨¤Í ½©¤ÏÍè¤Ë¤±¤ê |
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The Monk Egyo To the dim cottage Overgrown with thick-leaved vines In its loneliness Comes the dreary autumn time: But there no people come. |
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Minamoto no Shigeyuki Like a driven wave, Dashed by fierce winds on a rock, So am I: alone And crushed upon the shore, Remembering what has been. |
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Onakatomi no Yoshinobu Like the guard's fires Kept at the imperial gateway-- Burning through the night, Dull in ashes through the day-- Is the love aglow in me. |
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Fujiwara no Yoshitaka For your precious sake, Once my eager life itself Was not dear to me. But now it is my heart's desire It may long, long years endure. |
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Fujiwara no Sanekata How can I tell her How fierce my love for her is? Will she understand That the love I feel for her Burns like Ibuki's fire plant? |
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Fujiwara no Michinobu Though I know indeed That the night will come again After day has dawned, Still, in truth, I hate the sight Of the morning's coming light. |
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The Mother of Michitsuna Lying all alone, Through the hours of the night, Till the daylight comes: Can you realize at all The emptiness of that night? |
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The Mother of Gido Sanshi If remembering me Will for him in future years Be too difficult, It would be well this very day That I should end my life. |
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Fujiwara no Kinto Though the waterfall Ceased its flowing long ago, And its sound is stilled, Yet, in name it ever flows, And in fame may yet be heard. |
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Lady Izumi Shikibu Soon my life will close. When I am beyond this world And have forgotten it, Let me remember only this: One final meeting with you. |
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Lady Murasaki Shikibu Meeting on the path: But I cannot clearly know If it was he, Because the midnight moon In a cloud had disappeared. |
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Daini no Sanmi, Lady Kataiko As Mount Arima Sends its rustling winds across Ina's bamboo plains, I will be just as steadfast And never will forget you. |
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Lady Akazome Emon Better to have slept Care-free, than to keep vain watch Through the passing night, Till I saw the lonely moon Traverse her descending path. |
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Lady Koshikibu By Oe Mountain The road to Ikuno Is far away, And neither have I beheld Nor crossed its bridge of heaven. |
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Lady Ise no Osuke Eight-fold cherry flowers That at Nara--ancient seat Of our state--have bloomed, In our nine-fold palace court Shed their sweet perfume today. |
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Lady Sei Shonagon The rooster's crowing In the middle of the night Deceived the hearers; But at Osaka's gateway The guards are never fooled. |
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Fujiwara no Michimasa Is there any way Except by a messenger To send these words to you? If I could, I'd come to you To say goodbye forever. |
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Fujiwara no Sadayori In the early dawn When the mists on Uji River Slowly lift and clear, From the shallows to the deep, The stakes of fishing nets appear. |
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Lady Sagami Even when your hate Makes me stain my sleeves with tears In cold misery, Worse than hate and misery Is the loss of my good name. |
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Abbot Gyoson On a mountain slope, Solitary, uncompanioned, Stands a cherry tree. Except for you, lonely friend, To others I am unknown. |
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Lady Suo If I lay my head Upon his arm in the dark Of a short spring night, This innocent dream pillow Will be the death of my good name. |
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Emperor Sanjo Though I do not want To live on in this floating world, If I remain here, Let me remember only This midnight and this moonrise. |
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The Monk Noin By the wind storm's blast From Mimuro's mountain slopes Maples leaves are torn, Which turn Tatsuta River Into a rich brocade. |
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The Monk Ryosen In my loneliness I leave my little hut. When I look around, Everywhere it is the same: One lone, darkening autumn eve. |
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Minamoto no Tsunenobu When the evening comes, From the rice leaves at my gate, Gentle knocks are heard, And, into my round rush-hut, Enters autumn's roaming breeze. |
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Lady Kii Famous are the waves That break on Takashi beach In noisy arrogance. If I should go near that shore. I would only wet my sleeves. |
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Oe no Masafusa On that far mountain On the slope below the peak Cherries are in flower. Oh, let the mountain mists Not arise to hide the scene. |
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Minamoto no Toshiyori It was not for this I prayed at the holy shrine: That she would become As pitiless and as cold As the storms on Hase's hills. |
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·À¤ê¤ò¤¤· ¤µ¤»¤â¤¬Ïª¤ò Ì¿¤Ë¤Æ ¤¢¤Ï¤ì¤³¤È¤·¤Î ½©¤â¤¤¤Ì¤á¤ê |
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Fujiwara no Mototoshi As dew promises New life to the thirsty plant, So did your vow to me. Yet the year has passed away, And autumn has come again. |
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Fujiwara no Tadamichi Over the wide sea As I sail and look around, It appears to me That the white waves, far away, Are the ever shining sky. |
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À¥¤ò¤Ï¤ä¤ß ´ä¤Ë¤»¤«¤ë¤ë ÂìÀî¤Î ¤ï¤ì¤Æ¤âËö¤Ë °©¤Ï¤à¤È¤¾»×¤Õ |
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Emperor Sutoku Though a swift stream is Divided by a boulder In its headlong flow, Though divided, on it rushes, And at last unites again. |
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Minamoto no Kanemasa Guard of Suma Gate, From your sleep, how many nights Have you awakened At the cries of sanderlings, Flying from Awaji Island? |
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Fujiwara no Akisuke See how clear and bright Is the moonlight finding ways Through the riven clouds That, with drifting autumn wind, Gracefully float in the sky. |
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Ť«¤é¤à ¿´¤â¤·¤é¤º ¹õȱ¤Î ¤ß¤À¤ì¤Æ¤±¤µ¤Ï ʪ¤ò¤³¤½»×¤Ø |
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Lady Horikawa Is it forever That he hopes our love will last? He did not answer. And now my daylight thoughts Are as tangled as my black hair. |
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Fujiwara no Sanesada When I turned my look Toward the place where I had heard The cuckoo's call, The only thing I found Was the moon of early dawn. |
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»×¤Ò¤ï¤Ó ¤µ¤Æ¤âÌ¿¤Ï ¤¢¤ë¤â¤Î¤ò Í«¤¤Ë´®¤Ø¤Ì¤Ï ¤Ê¤ß¤À¤Ê¤ê¤±¤ê |
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The Monk Doin Though in deep distress Through your cruel blow, my life Still is left to me. But I cannot keep my tears; They break forth from my grief. |
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Fujiwara no Toshinari From this world I think That there is nowhere to escape. I wanted to hide In the mountains' farthest depths; But there I hear the stag's cry. |
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Fujiwara no Kiyosuke If I should live long, Then perhaps the present days May be dear to me, Just as past time filled with grief Comes quietly back in thought. |
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Ìë¤â¤¹¤¬¤é ʪ»×¤Õº¢¤Ï ÌÀ¤±¤ä¤é¤Ì ¤Í¤ä¤Î¤Ò¤Þ¤µ¤Ø ¤Ä¤ì¤Ê¤«¤ê¤±¤ê |
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The Monk Shun'e Through an unsleeping night Longingly I pass the hours, While the day's dawn lags. And now the bedroom shutters Are keeping light and life from me. |
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¤Ê¤²¤±¤È¤Æ ·î¤ä¤Ïʪ¤ò »×¤Ï¤¹¤ë ¤«¤³¤Á¤¬¤Û¤Ê¤ë ¤ï¤¬¤Ê¤ß¤À¤«¤Ê |
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The Monk Saigyo Should I blame the moon For bringing forth this sadness, As if it pictured grief? Lifting up my troubled face, I regard it through my tears. |
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¤à¤é¤µ¤á¤Î Ϫ¤â¤Þ¤À¤Ò¤Ì ¤Þ¤¤ÎÍÕ¤Ë Ì¸Î©¤Á¤Î¤Ü¤ë ½©¤ÎͼÊë |
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The Monk Jakuren An autumn eve: See the valley mists arise Among the fir leaves That still hold the dripping wet Of the chill day's sudden showers. |
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ÆñÇȹ¾¤Î °²¤Î¤«¤ê¤Í¤Î °ìÌë¤æ¤Ø ¿È¤ò¤Ä¤¯¤·¤Æ¤ä Îø¤ï¤¿¤ë¤Ù¤ |
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Attendant to Empress Koka After one brief night-- Short as a piece of the reeds Growing in Naniwa bay-- Must I forever long for him With my whole heart, till life ends? |
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¶Ì¤Î½ï¤è À䤨¤Ê¤ÐÀ䤨¤Í ¤Ê¤¬¤é¤Ø¤Ð ¤·¤Î¤Ö¤ë¤³¤È¤Î ¤è¤Ï¤ê¤â¤¾¤¹¤ë |
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Princess Shokushi Like a string of gems Grown weak, my life will break now; For if I live on, All I do to hide my love May at last grow weak and fail. |
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Attendant to Empress Inpu Let me show him these! Even the fishermen's sleeves On Ojima's shores, Though wet through and wet again, Do not so change their colors. |
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Fujiwara no Yoshitsune In my cold bed, Drawing close my folded quilt, I sleep alone, While all through the frosty night I hear a cricket's lonely sound. |
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Lady Sanuki Like a rock at sea, At ebb-tide hidden from view, Is my tear-drenched sleeve: Never for a moment dry, And no one knows it is there. |
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Minamoto no Sanetomo If only our world Could be always as it is! How moving the sight Of the little fishing boat Drawn by ropes along the bank. |
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Fujiwara no Masatsune From Mount Yoshino Blows a chill, autumnal wind. In the deepening night The ancient village shivers: Sounds of beating cloth I hear. |
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Abbot Jien From the monastery On Mount Hiei I look out On this world of tears, And though I am unworthy, I shield it with my black sleeves. |
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Fujiwara no Kintsune Not the snow of flowers, That the hurrying wild wind whirls Round the garden court: What withers and falls away In this place is I myself. |
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Fujiwara no Sadaie, Fujiwara no Teika Like the salt sea-weed, Burning in the evening calm. On Matsuo's shore, All my being is aflame, Awaiting her who does not come. |
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Fujiwara no Ietaka To Nara's brook comes Evening, and the rustling winds Stir the oak-trees' leaves. Not a sign of summer left But the sacred bathing there. |
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Emperor Gotoba For some men I grieve; Some men are hateful to me; And this wretched world To me, with all my sadness, Is a place of misery. |
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Emperor Juntoku In this ancient house, Paved with a hundred stones, Ferns grow in the eaves; But numerous as they are, My old memories are more. |
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