紀の国のむろのこほりにゆく人は
風の寒さも思ひ知られじ
風の寒さも思ひ知られじ
- Roma-ji
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Ki no kuni no Muro no kōri ni yuku hito wa kaze no samusa mo omoishirareji
- English Translation
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One who is going
down to the district of Muro
in the land of Ki
will hardly come to know what
the cold of the wind can be
- Meaning
- One going down to the district of Muro in Kii will hardly come to know what a cold wind is.
- Commentary
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88 The District of Muro
The same man, going down to Kii, sent for clothing, saying that he was cold; and the woman composed "Ki no kuni no Muro no kōri ni yuku hito wa kaze no samusa mo omoishirareji". His reply was "Ki no kuni no Muro no kōri ni yukinagara kimi to fusuma no naki zo wabishiki". That is the whole of the section.
The man is the one of the eighty-seventh section, who left the woman in Tajima and went up to the capital, exchanging poems about the snow. Kii is what is now Wakayama prefecture, and Muro was a district within it.
The setting is the eve of his journey down to Kii.
What prompted the poem was his sending for clothing on the grounds that he was cold. It is her reply.
He answered with a poem of his own, and the exchange closes the section.
Muro was a district in Kii, and the sound of its name is also the word for a closed, warm chamber, so that warmth is written into the place.
The word for district carries the sound of the word for ice, so that warmth and cold sit together inside a single place name.
The third line names the one going: the man on his way down.
The closing says he will hardly come to know it, in the grammar of what will not be. A man bound for somewhere as warm as a heated room has no business sending for winter clothes — that is the point of it. Working from the sound of a place name, she turns his request aside lightly.
- Source
- Yamato Monogatari
- Other
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- You have left me here in this hill village, and now along the parting road, as you go, as the snow goes, it must be deepening
- Even the heart that travels to that hill village will surely give out for the one who goes and the one who stays are both afraid
- Down to the district of Muro in the land of Ki I go — and even so, to have no quilt to share with you is a bleak business
- There are so many other things besides this one that you fail to keep that I am left with no way no direction, to resent