今さらにいかならむ世かわか竹の
おひはじめけむ根をばたづねん
おひはじめけむ根をばたづねん
- Roma-ji
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Imasara ni ika naramu yo ka wakatake no
oihajimekemu ne o ba tazunen - English Translation
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Now, at this late day,
what occasion could there be
for the young bamboo
to go seeking out the root
from which it first came up?
- Meaning
- Now, at this late day, what occasion could there be for the young bamboo to go seeking the root from which it first came up?
- Commentary
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Part One: Kocho
This is her reply. She came forward on her knees and added that to do so would only be awkward. Genji thought her touching; and yet she had not in fact given the matter up. He wondered uneasily when she would try to make herself known to her father; but she, for her part, felt that Genji's care for her was beyond anything, and that even a father, if she had not grown up under his eye, could hardly be so attentive—for as she read the old tales she was learning how people are and how the world goes—and so she thought it would be hard to declare herself.
"The root from which the young bamboo first came up" is her true father, the Minister of the Center. "Seek out" is to go looking for. Genji's poem had lamented that the shoot he raised would be married away; she takes it to mean that she would go off to her father, and answers that she will not. It looks like crossed purposes, but she has no notion whatever of his feeling, and is not being coy. Her handling of the bamboo imagery is perfectly competent; only the thing that matters fails to reach her—and there lies both the comedy of the exchange and its danger.
- Author
- Murasaki Shikibu
- Source
- Genji Monogatari
- Other
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- Think of you I may, but you will never know it— for in water that wells and seeps between the rocks there is no color to see
- The bamboo shoot I planted deep within my hedge— is it to grow up and go its own way from here, into a life of its own?
- Set beside the sleeve that once was fragrant with the orange blossom, you do not seem to me at all a different person from her
- Merely for being set beside that fragrant sleeve, must this body too— this fruit of the orange tree— come to nothing, and be gone?