流れてのたのめむなしき竹河に
世はうきものと思ひ知りにき
世はうきものと思ひ知りにき
- Roma-ji
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Nagarete no tanome munashiki Takekawa ni
yo wa uki mono to omoi shiriniki - English Translation
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Time has flowed away
and the hope you gave me then
came to nothing there
by Takekawa I learned
that the world is a hard thing
- Meaning
- Time has flowed away and the hope you gave me came to nothing; there by Takekawa I learned how hard the world is.
- Commentary
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Part Three: Takekawa
Kaoru answered her with this, and the women found the pensive look of him affecting. He had never given himself over to grief as the Chamberlain Lieutenant had, but there was something in him that they found hard to watch. Saying that he was on the point of speaking out of turn, he rose to go, and was called in to the Retired Emperor, who received him though it made him awkward. The Retired Emperor spoke fondly of the music the late Rokujo had made on the morning after a men's dance-and-song, and gave the koto to the lady and the lute to Kaoru. Even at such times Kaoru never lost his composure, and only hinted at the grief of a wish unfulfilled.
"Nagarete" belongs with the "kawa," the river, of Takekawa, and also means the passing of years. "Tanome" is the hope others had let him entertain of a match with her. "Take" plays against "yo," the joint of the bamboo and the world we live in, so that pivot and association are layered through the single word Takekawa. He meets her "do you remember that night" head-on: that was the night, he says, when he learned how hard the world is. It is a fitting last exchange for the chapter, and with these two poems the twenty-four poems of Takekawa come to an end.
- Author
- Murasaki Shikibu
- Source
- Genji Monogatari
- Other
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- Though the purple runs the same in her blood and mine the wisteria would not for all of that fall trailing as my heart would have
- Do you remember that night when we sang the song Takekawa through though there was no joint in it worth the keeping in the mind
- Cast off and left when the one I was paired with went— like the waterbird, have I lingered on behind in this world that is but lent
- How did we contrive to fledge and to grow like this— thinking even so, I come to know the bitter bond that is the waterbird's