Without End

by Ono no Komachi

In Reality

In reality

You must do it, I suppose;

But even in my dreams, too,

Hiding from prying eyes,

To see you do that pains me so. 

The Colour Of This Flower 

The colour of this flower 

Has already faded away, 

While in idle thoughts 

My life goes by, 

As I watch the long rains fall. 

Without End

Without end

Do I think of you and so

Come to me at night.

For on the path of dreams at least,

There's no one to disapprove! 

Blossoms Blooming 

Blossoms blooming

Yet making no seed are

The sea-god's

Garlanded

Whitecaps offshore.