Classical Poetry of Fukuoka

When the east wind blows, send your fragrance to me, plum blossoms— even without your master, do not forget the spring.

The ducks cry out upon Iware's ancient pond— Is this the last day I shall see them? Soon I vanish into the clouds.

A single plum blossom— just that much warmth arrives with spring

Deep in mountain forests, a deer treads through crimson leaves, crying— hearing that lonely call, I know autumn's sorrow.

Like the shy lily blooming unseen in summer's tangled grass— this secret love, how it aches.

Fields of yellow rapeseed bloom— the moon rises in the east while the sun sinks westward

Each spring the cherry blossoms bloom without fail, yet whether we shall meet again beneath their boughs— that, truly, depends upon the fragile thread of life.

When the New Year dawns and spring arrives, let us gather beneath plum blossoms, and end our days in simple joy.

Spring dawn breaks— around the castle walls birds call out

When the mountain wind blows, autumn's grasses and trees wither— no wonder they call it 'storm.'