梅が香に昔を問へば春の月
答へぬ影ぞ袖に映れる
答へぬ影ぞ袖に映れる
- Roma-ji
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Umegaka ni mukashi o toeba haru no tsuki kotaenu kage zo sode ni utsureru
- English Translation
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In the plum's fragrance
I ask after the old days
and the moon of spring
gives no answer, only casts
its light down onto my sleeve
- Meaning
- The scent of plum sets me asking after the old days, and the spring moon does not answer; only its light lies reflected on my sleeve.
- Commentary
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Book One Spring Poems I 45
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, from the time when he presented a hundred-poem sequence.
From the same hundred-poem sequence, and again joining plum scent and moon on a sleeve. But instead of setting them at odds, this poem asks the moon a question and receives no reply. The original gives no fresh headnote.
This is Ietaka's third appearance in the book, after the seventeenth and thirty-seventh poems.
The time is a night in the plum season; no place is given.
The occasion was the presentation of the hundred-poem sequence.
The first line makes the scent the occasion: fragrance calls the past back.
The second line asks after bygone days. The one addressed is left unstated until the moon of the third line takes that place.
A negative auxiliary in the attributive form gives the light that does not answer. The moon is granted a person and then its silence is remarked.
The final verb, governed by the emphatic particle, describes a state: the light lies reflected there. No answer comes back, and yet the light does reach the sleeve; a reading that takes the sleeve to be wet with tears is open here.
Where the previous poem set scent and light quarrelling, this one recasts the pair as question and silence. Both use the same sleeve, and they are placed together with their handling changed.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Ietaka
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Had I any heart I would have gone and asked it of the plum's fragrance from whose sleeve is it, I say that this scent has drifted here
- The plum flower's scent has been transferred to my sleeve and there upon it the moonlight through the eaves' edge contends with it for the place
- Whose sleeve was it brushed the plum flower, leaving this scent I would like to ask of the moon, and of whether the spring is the old spring still
- The plum's colour and its scent I cannot tire of are as they once were and the moon of a spring night is the same keepsake as then