梅散らす風も越えてや吹きつらん
薫れる雪の袖に乱るる
薫れる雪の袖に乱るる
- Roma-ji
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Ume chirasu kaze mo koete ya fukitsuramu kaoreru yuki no sode ni midaruru
- English Translation
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The wind that scatters
the plum, has it too come through
and blown across here
for this fragrant snow of mine
falls in disorder on sleeves
- Meaning
- Has the wind that scatters the plum come over the hedge to blow here? This snow that falls in confusion on my sleeve carries a fragrance.
- Commentary
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Book One Spring Poems I 50
Headnote: composed on the theme of snow falling on clothes in the second month.
The poem closes the run on plum. Because the snow scattering on a sleeve carries the scent of plum, the speaker supposes that the wind which stripped the tree has reached this far. The assigned topic was snow of the second month falling on clothes.
The poet, known as the mother of Prince Yasusuke, was a daughter of Ise no Taifu; her father was Takashina no Nariyori.
The time is the second month, in falling snow; no place is given.
The occasion was the set topic.
The first line modifies the wind as the one that scatters plum. A tree not yet visible is put in place by that phrase alone.
The verb in the second line means to come over a hedge or a hill. An interrogative particle follows and governs the auxiliary at the close.
The third line joins a perfect auxiliary to one of present conjecture: it must have blown this way.
The fourth line is the poem's point. Snow does not smell; the scent belongs to petals mixed in with it, or has been carried by the wind and taken up by the snow. Calling the snow fragrant states, in two words, that snow and blossom can no longer be told apart.
The poem ends on an attributive form describing the scattering across a sleeve. The device of treating snow and plum as indistinguishable, running since the twenty-eighth poem, is here resolved through the sense of smell, which makes a fitting close to the run.
- Author
- The Mother of Prince Yasusuke
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Likening it to one I have never yet seen I looked at the plum and once its flowers have gone there will be no comfort left
- Every spring my heart is dyed into the branches of these flowers here and whose careless, idle sleeve is it that has brushed them now
- Come and seek me out my house where the plum's in bloom for even coldness between people is a thing that depends upon the time
- Though this day I gazed should become a thing long past do not forget me you plum tree at my eaves' edge do not ever let me go