The scent of plum
With the covering snow
Is blended, so
Who one from the other
...
With a song he tried to keep
The blossoms, yet now they're gone,
So the warbler too,
At the last, in melancholy
...
No one knows
The passion in my heart;
How I do regret it, for
My grief
...
A secret it is, but
When I feel love rise,
From leg wearying
Mountains, the moon
...
There was no colour
To my heart, but with you
It is dyed and now
That it might fade
...
A singular
Thing, it was, I thought, yet
From the water's depths,
Not from the mountains' peaks,
...
As the snow falls down,
Sealing in Winter
All the plants and trees,
Unknown in Spring
...
While I have not gone
To the mountains of Yoshino,
Of the cherry blossom
Word comes-nothing more-
...
At Isonokami
In Furu lies the ancient middle path,
And right in it am I:
Had we not met, love:
...
About the dawn,
What can I say?
But parting
At night is far more
...