人を待つ宿は暗くぞなりにける
契りし月のうちに見えねば
契りし月のうちに見えねば
- Roma-ji
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Hito o matsu yado wa kuraku zo narinikeru chigirishi tsuki no uchi ni mieneba
- English Translation
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The house where I wait
for you has grown dark indeed
since within the month
we agreed on — within the
moon — you have not shown yourself
- Meaning
- The house where I wait for you has grown dark, since within the month we agreed on — within the moon — you have not shown yourself.
- Commentary
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129 The House Has Grown Dark
Whether it was the Lady of Higaki is not known; a woman living in Tsukushi sent this poem to a man in the capital. The prose says no more, and the section consists of this single poem.
The prose is careful to say that it is not known whether the poet was the Lady of Higaki, and calls her only a woman in Tsukushi. The Lady appears in the hundred and twenty-sixth through hundred and twenty-eighth sections. Of the man it says only that he was in the capital.
The setting is Tsukushi, as the agreed month was running out.
What prompted the poem was his failing to appear within it. It was sent to him in the capital.
The section ends with the poem; no reply and no later event is recorded. It was later included in the Shingoshūi-shū, attributed there to the Lady of the Palace Guards.
The house that waits is the subject of the poem itself.
It has grown dark, with an emphatic particle governing the verb. A house waiting for someone is unlit because no one comes.
The word in the fourth line means both a month of the calendar and the moon in the sky, so that within the agreed month and within the moonlight are one phrase.
The closing gives the reason and stops there. On the surface: the house is dark because the moon has not shown. Underneath: it is dark because the man has not come within the month. One word carries both. The grief of waiting is narrowed to the single question of whether a house is lit.
- Source
- Yamato Monogatari
- Other
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- How deep a crimson can the voice of the stag be that with each calling he sends out, the mountainside turns another shade of red
- The stag that is standing there in the middle of the sea — is it that the autumn hills are to be seen there, in that place, on that floor
- Is it that the heart of the autumn wind is hard The pampas plumes turn their backs, before anything on the quarter it blows from
- As though it had set itself a limit — spring runs only to yesterday — the warbler does not sing at all on this day, this first day