あさからぬしたの思ひをしらねばや
なほかがり火のかげはさわげる
なほかがり火のかげはさわげる
- Roma-ji
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Asakaranu shita no omoi o shiraneba ya
nao kagaribi no kage wa sawageru - English Translation
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Is it that you do
not know the deep thought burning
under the water,
that still the fishing-fire's light
keeps trembling in wild unrest?
- Meaning
- Is it that you do not know my deep thought burning under the water, that still the fishing-fire's light keeps trembling on the surface—and you go on grieving alone?
- Commentary
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Part One: Usugumo
Genji answered Akashi no Kimi's poem with this one. When she said the fires and the hardship remained as they had been, he offered a reproach of his own. Against the old poem about the wretchedness of a body become the fire's reflection, burning below as it flows, he chides her that it is because she does not know his deep heart that she grieves alone. It being a quiet season, Genji turned his mind to solemn devotions and stayed more days than usual at Oi, so that she too, it is said, found her cares a little eased.
"The deep thought that is not shallow" plays "shita," the water's floor, against the floor of the heart, meaning his own deep feeling for her; and the "hi" of "omohi" is fire, belonging to the flame. "Is it that you do not know" asks just that. "The fishing-fire's light" is the flame mirrored on the water, and "trembling in unrest" lays her own troubled solitude over the wavering light. Where she entrusted her wretched self to the fire, he brings out a deep thought burning beneath the water and answers that it is because she does not know his heart that she grieves alone, the two poems bound by the imagery of water and fire.
- Author
- Murasaki Shikibu
- Source
- Genji Monogatari
- Other
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- The thin cloud trailing over the peak where the sun sinks—has it made its color match the mourning sleeve of one sunk deep in sorrow?
- The fire I cannot forget, that burned while we fished at that shore—has this wretched drifting boat of mine come following after it?
- While in secret I waited for the god's release, here I have passed by year on heartless year of a world that would not soften to me
- Even for offering no more than the world's plain grief, since I made the vow, would not the god rise up and rebuke me for the breaking?