manyoushu/kokin wakashu

[sneasel]

I can no longer tell dream from reality.
Into what world shall I awake
from this bewildering dream?
—Akazome Emon

I should not have waited.
It would have been better
To have slept and dreamed,
Than to have watched night pass,
And this slow moon sink.
—Akazome Emon

The flowers of the plum,
Were covered with fallen snow
Which I wrapped up
But when I tried to have you see
It was melting in my hands.
—Anonymous

This is not the moon,
Nor is this the spring,
Of other springs,
And I alone
Am still the same.
—Ariwara no Narihara

I have always known
That at last I would
Take this road, but yesterday
I did not know that it would be today.
—Ariwara no Narihara

Politely,
Do you love me or love me not,
Is very hard to ask;
The rain knows how I feel full well
And falls all the harder.
—Ariwara no Narihara

Without any expectation
In this cruel world
Am I overwhelmed with grief;
In the sunlight grows
Fruit—What am I to do?
—Ariwara no Narihara

How beautiful the Buddhist statues
At Saga
Half hidden in falling leaves.
—Imaizumi Sogetsu-ni

Although the wind
Blows terribly here,
The moonlight also leaks
Between the roof planks
Of this ruined house.
—Izumi Shikibu

Will I cease to be,
Or will I remember
Beyond the world,
Our last meeting together?
—Izumi Shikibu

Someone passes,
And while I wonder
If it is he,
The midnight moon
Is covered with clouds.
—Murasaki Shikibu

The mists rise over
The still pools at Asuka.
Memory does not
pass away so easily.
—Yamabe no Akahito