数ならぬ身におく夜の白玉は
光見えさすものにぞありける
光見えさすものにぞありける
- Roma-ji
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Kazu naranu mi ni oku yo no shiratama wa hikari miesasu mono ni zo arikeru
- English Translation
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On this worthless self
the white jewel that settles
in the night is one
that only lets its faint light
show for a moment, and go
- Meaning
- The white jewel that settles at night on a self that counts for nothing is a thing that shows its light for a moment only, and then is gone.
- Commentary
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15 The White Jewel of Night
The Prince of the Fishing Pavilion summoned a woman called the Lady of Wakasa, and when no second summons came, she composed this poem and sent it to him. On reading it he is said to have exclaimed what a fine poet of jewels she was. The section closes with the poem and that remark.
The Lady of Wakasa takes her name from that province. Of the Prince of the Fishing Pavilion the prose tells us nothing beyond where he lived.
The setting is the period after a single summons, with no second one following.
What prompted the poem was precisely that absence of a second summons. It was sent to him.
On reading it he called her a poet of jewels. The section ends with the poem itself having moved the scene. The poem was later included in the Gosen-shū.
The phrase for a self that counts for nothing was a set way of speaking about oneself at the time.
The white jewel that settles on it at night is dew, which lies for one night and is gone by morning. The word means a pearl, but was also used for dew.
The closing lines say that it showed a faint light and no more; an emphatic particle governs the final verb, giving the tone of something realised. Underneath, a woman summoned once has seen her moment of light and no more.
Not a word of reproach is used; the whole is carried by a single bead of dew. When the prince praised her as a poet of jewels, it was presumably this way of leaving things unsaid that he was praising.
- Source
- Yamato Monogatari
- Other
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- So as not to bring the dead one to your hearing I have wept alone and borne it: do not hold that long silence against me now
- The year has not turned not so much time has gone by and yet it seems I shall come to see the jewelled weeds of Sarusawa's pond
- The fields of springtime stretch far away, and even so, the grass that makes one forget can still be seen growing plain enough to me
- In the spring meadow no such grass will grow, I think the forgetting grass for there is no seed in me of any coldness of heart