かずかずに思ひ思はずとひがたみ
身をしる雨はふりぞまされる
身をしる雨はふりぞまされる
- Roma-ji
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Kazukazu ni omoi omowazu toigatami
mi o shiru ame wa furi zo masareru - English Translation
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In many ways I think,
Yet cannot ask if you think
Of me, or think not;
So the rain that knows my fate
Falls ever more heavily.
- Meaning
- In many ways I wonder whether you think of me or do not think of me, yet I cannot ask. And so the rain that knows my fortune or misfortune falls more and more heavily.
- Commentary
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107. River of Tears
There was a man of high rank. Fujiwara no Toshiyuki, who held the office of Naiki (responsible for drafting imperial edicts and keeping official records), had taken a liking to a woman who served in that man’s household and sought a relationship with her.
However, the woman was young and inexperienced. She was uncertain even in writing letters, unable to speak in refined language, and she did not compose poems. Therefore the man prepared draft poems for her, had her copy them, and sent them to Toshiyuki.
After exchanging letters that the man drafted on the woman’s behalf, Toshiyuki eventually took the woman as his lover.
This poem was composed by the man on the woman’s behalf after Toshiyuki sent word: “It seems that rain may fall, so I wonder whether I should go. If good fortune awaits me, perhaps the rain will not fall.”
When Toshiyuki heard this poem, he hurried over at once without even putting on a hat or a rain cloak.
As in the poem “Because it is shallow, only sleeves are wet, perhaps, in this river of tears; if I heard your very self flowing there, I would trust it,” Narihira shows his deep understanding of a lover’s heart. The poem conveys the meaning: “If you will come even through the falling rain, then I shall be happy.”
- Source
- Ise Monogatari
- Other
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- In lonely contemplation Tears surpass the flowing river— My sleeves are drenched, Yet there is no way to meet you, No means to see you at all.
- Because it is shallow Only sleeves are wet, perhaps, In this river of tears; If I heard your very self Flowing there, I would trust it.
- When the wind blows on, Is it like a rock always Crossed by rising waves? My sleeves of my robe Have no time at all to dry.
- Each evening again In the fields where many frogs Are crying aloud, The water only grows more— Though no rain at all may fall.