春雨はいたくな降りそ桜花
まだ見ぬ人に散らまくも惜し
まだ見ぬ人に散らまくも惜し
- Roma-ji
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Harusame wa itaku na furi so sakurabana mada minu hito ni chiramaku mo oshi
- English Translation
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Rain of the spring, do
not come down so hard as this
for the cherry flowers
would be a loss to scatter
before those who have not seen
- Meaning
- Spring rain, do not fall so hard: it would be a pity for the cherry to scatter before those who have not yet seen it.
- Commentary
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Book Two Spring Poems II 110
Headnote: topic unknown.
The fourth poem on falling blossom. Where the previous poem gave its regret to a warbler, this one commands the rain directly. The headnote gives no topic and nothing is known of the circumstances.
This is Akahito's second appearance in this book, after the hundred and fourth poem.
The time is rain in the cherry season; no place is given.
The occasion of composition is not recorded.
The first two lines use a prohibitive construction: do not fall so hard. The adverb means excessively.
The third line names what is to be protected.
The fourth line means for the sake of those who have not yet seen. That the regret is felt on another's behalf is the poem's distinction; it is the feeling of Tsurayuki's fourteenth poem in Book One, where herbs were gathered for someone who could not go out to the fields.
The form in the closing line turns the verb into a noun by an old suffix: the fact that they would scatter. The poem ends flatly on the adjective for regret, stating the feeling outright.
Commanding the rain is an order that can have no effect. In the nineteenth poem of Book One the snow told a person to see it as blossom; here a person gives orders to the weather, and the direction is reversed.
- Author
- Yamabe no Akahito
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Though it is a thing belonging to my own house the cherry blossom when it falls I find I have no power at all to stop it
- Where the haze is up on the hills at spring, is it that the cherry falls before we have had our fill that the warbler is crying
- With the flowers' fragrance my robe has grown deeply steeped here in the shadow beneath the trees, and just as the wind would have it, no more
- The wind comes across and on my sleeve as I wake the flowers' fragrance is in the pillow, scenting the dream of a night in spring