The cold is bitter –
Awaking in the night, I hear
Cries of waterfowl:
Are they unable to shake off the frost
That has settled thickly on their wings ?

Shuishu, IV


nocturnal sky

Not a night goes by
That I fail to praise the moon,
Serene in the distance,
While underneath I am in turmoil
Waiting for him who does not come.

Ki no Tsurayuki


From the very morning
When a fresh year comes again,
New as rough-cut gems,
Most of all I eagerly await
The warbler’s first notes of song.

Priest Sosei