尋ね来て花に暮らせる木の間より
待つとしもなき山の端の月
待つとしもなき山の端の月
- Roma-ji
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Tazunekite hana ni kuraseru ko no ma yori matsu to shi mo naki yama no ha no tsuki
- English Translation
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I came seeking it
and spent all day in blossom
and through the branches
though I was not waiting for
the moon at the mountain's edge
- Meaning
- I came out to find them and spent the whole day among the flowers; and through the branches, though I had not been waiting for it, the moon has come up over the ridge.
- Commentary
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Book One Spring Poems I 94
Headnote: from the time when he presented a fifty-poem sequence.
The sixteenth poem in the run on cherry blossom, on the end of a day spent among flowers. The original gives no fresh attribution, which indicates the same poet as before. The headnote refers to the presentation of a fifty-poem sequence.
The poet is Fujiwara no Masatsune, as in the previous poem.
The time is nightfall in spring; the place is a mountain in flower.
The occasion was the presentation of the fifty poems.
The first line means to have come on purpose. Saigyo's eighty-sixth poem set out to seek the blossom; this one comes after the arrival.
The second line, with a perfect auxiliary in the attributive form, means to have passed the day among the flowers.
The third line turns the eye to a gap in the branches: the same arrangement as the haze of the thirty-fifth poem and the break in the cloud of the seventy-third.
The fourth line, with an emphatic particle, means: not that I was waiting for it. Waiting for the moon belongs to autumn, and a man who has come in spring for blossom had no such object.
The poem closes on a noun. What was not sought appears of its own accord. Following the eighty-second poem, which met nightfall beneath the flowers, two pieces in turn set blossom against the coming of night.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Masatsune
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- On Yoshino's slopes are the flowers at their height glowing even now while here the old home has chilled under white snow on the peak
- Treading on bare rock I have pushed through range on range and left them behind and how many folds of cloud white behind me, and of bloom
- Fallen or not yet and no one comes to see them in the old village over the flowers, dew-soaked the wind of the spring blows on
- On Furu's wide moor the cherries: who planted them so that they should be a keepsake the spring will not ever let itself forget