山里の春の夕暮来て見れば
入相の鐘に花ぞ散りける
入相の鐘に花ぞ散りける
- Roma-ji
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Yamazato no haru no yūgure kite mireba iriai no kane ni hana zo chirikeru
- English Translation
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At a mountain house
come to see the spring evening
I find that the bell
of the sunset hour is rung
and the flowers are falling
- Meaning
- Coming to a mountain village at evening in spring, I find the flowers falling to the sound of the sunset bell.
- Commentary
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Book Two Spring Poems II 116
Headnote: composed on going to a mountain village.
The poem was written on an actual visit to a village in the hills, and joins the sound of the evening bell to the falling of the blossom.
The Monk Noin (988-?), whose lay name was Tachibana no Nagayasu, took orders and travelled through the provinces. He left a study of the famous poetic sites, and many stories about his journeys and his verse survive.
The time is a spring evening; the place is a mountain village.
The occasion was the journey there.
The first two lines give place and hour. Takatoki's eightieth poem in Book One also waits for blossom at a mountain village; such villages belong with flowers.
The third line means: coming and looking for myself.
The word in the fourth line names the hour of sunset, and the bell rung at temples then. The particle marks the time, and carries the sense of falling in answer to the bell.
An emphatic particle governs the attributive form at the close. There is no causal link between the bell and the fall, but setting them together makes the sound seem to bring the petals down. Hearing and sight are laid over one hour.
Evening and a temple bell are also a figure for impermanence, and joined to falling blossom the colour deepens.
- Author
- The Monk Noin
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Shall I see again at Katano, the hunting of the flowering the snow of the blossom falls at daybreak in the springtime
- Fallen or not yet and what I cannot make out through the haze of spring is the cherry on the hills where the long cloud lies trailing
- Where the cherry falls the spring hillside is a place of misery too and I fled the world for this and it has done me no good
- Under the cherry the low wind has come to blow and at every root the snow lies in scattered drifts melting away in patches