春を待つ
ボケの蕾の
紅深く
卯月の風を
枝先で待つ

Waiting for spring
The buds of the quince
Deep crimson
Waiting for the April breeze
At the tips of the branches

萌える赤
ばかりにあらぬ
ボケの花
優しきいろに
目を見開きぬ

Not merely
a vibrant red,
the blossom of the boke
in its gentle hue
makes my eyes widen