行く方なき空に消ちてよ篝火の
たよりにたぐふ煙とならば
たよりにたぐふ煙とならば
- Roma-ji
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Yukukata naki sora ni kechite yo kagaribi no
tayori ni tagou keburi to naraba - English Translation
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Then put it out there,
in that sky where nothing holds—
if what you speak of
is only the smoke that rises
along with the cressets' flame
- Meaning
- Then put it out in that sky where nothing holds, if what you speak of is only the smoke that rises along with the cressets.
- Commentary
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Part One: Kagaribi
This is her reply. Thinking how strange it all was—that a foster father should fall in love with his daughter—she made this poem and said, at a loss, that people would wonder at them. Genji exclaimed at her and went out; and just then, from the eastern wing, came the sound of a flute playing beautifully against a thirteen-stringed koto. Yugiri was at it with his usual companions, he said, and that must be the Captain of the Guards—Kashiwagi—blowing with a good deal of deliberation; and he stopped to listen, and presently called the three of them in to play. Tamakazura listened in secret to the music of the brothers who did not know her for their sister.
"That sky where nothing holds" is a sky with no direction in it. "Put it out" answers his "flame." "Tayori" is an incidental occasion—and it carries as well the sense that she has come to depend on this house as one depends on a light. "Taguu" is to accompany, to keep close. If it is a fire of love, she says, it is only the smoke that happened to rise with the cressets, so let the sky take it. Where he spoke from feeling, she declines to meet him and takes up only the word for smoke. That she could return so much on the instant, distressed as she was, shows what a poet this lady is.
- Author
- Murasaki Shikibu
- Source
- Genji Monogatari
- Other
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- To the bay of Suma in the sea of Suruga in Hitachi—come, rise up and show yourself, waves: the pines of Hakozaki wait
- The smoke of my love, that rises with the cressets out there in the dark— that, surely, is the one flame this world will never put out
- Even the sound of an ordinary wind that passes through the reeds seems to sink into this one wretched body of mine, and stay
- In this wild disorder of wind, the maiden flower feels itself about to wither quite away and be finished, and be gone