起きてゆく空も知られぬ明けぐれに
いづくの露のかかる袖なり
いづくの露のかかる袖なり
- Roma-ji
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Okite yuku sora mo shirarenu akegure ni
izuku no tsuyu no kakaru sode nari - English Translation
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Rising now to go,
I cannot tell what sky lies
ahead in this dark
before dawn—and from where has
the dew come that wets my sleeve
- Meaning
- I rise to go and cannot tell what sky lies ahead in this dark before dawn; and from where has the dew come that wets my sleeve?
- Commentary
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Part Two: Wakana Ge
Unable to give up the Third Princess, Kashiwagi had taken her elder sister, the Second Princess, as his wife, and it had done nothing for him. Kojiju, who served the Third Princess, was a niece of his own nurse, and he used that tie to press her again and again. Just then Murasaki no Ue lay ill at the Nijo residence and Genji was there constantly, away from Rokujo. Seizing a time when few were about, Kojiju at last led Kashiwagi into the Princess's room. He spoke this poem at daybreak, unable to bring himself to leave. That one night sets the whole second half of the tale in motion.
"Rising now to go" is getting up to leave, and the verb sounds the word for dew settling. "The dark before dawn" is the hour when the sky has not yet lightened. "From where has the dew come" asks where the wet on his sleeve is from, dew being the standing word for tears. Saying he cannot tell what lies ahead shows a man who has lost his footing under the weight of what he has done. The form is that of a morning-after poem, but what fills it is fear rather than joy, and that alone marks how far outside the ordinary this scene stands.
- Author
- Murasaki Shikibu
- Source
- Genji Monogatari
- Other
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- On the sacred leaves the shrine servants hold up now in their own two hands, white mulberry has been hung— the frost of the deep night
- The frost, set down so that one takes it for the white mulberry they hang— is it not the plainest proof that the god is truly here
- Into the dark sky before dawn let this wretched body vanish now, so that it may be seen as a dream, and so be over
- To my own regret I plucked it and so sinned—that blade of hollyhock, when it was no head-ornament the god had given me leave for