恨みずや憂き世を花のいとひつつ
誘ふ風あらばと思ひけるをば
誘ふ風あらばと思ひけるをば
- Roma-ji
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Uramizu ya ukiyo o hana no itoitsutsu sasou kaze araba to omoikeru o ba
- English Translation
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Does it not resent
that while it fled this sad world
the flower had wished
that there might be a wind here
to call it away with it
- Meaning
- Surely it bears the wind no grudge: the flower, weary of this wretched world, had been hoping for a wind to carry it off.
- Commentary
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Book Two Spring Poems II 140
Headnote: topic unknown.
The second poem reading impermanence in the fall of the blossom. The flower might be expected to resent the wind that strips it, but since it had wearied of the world and wished to be carried off, the poem argues, it bears no grudge. The headnote gives no topic and nothing is known of the circumstances.
The poet, known as the daughter of Shunzei, was in fact his granddaughter and adopted daughter; this is her second appearance in this book, after the hundred and twelfth poem.
The time is when the cherries fall; no place is given.
The occasion of composition is not recorded.
The particle in the first line makes the question rhetorical: would it resent? Surely not. The conclusion is placed first and its grounds follow, in inversion.
The second line names the wretched world, a phrase carrying a Buddhist view of things; the particle after the word for flower marks it as the subject.
The verb in the third line means to find hateful, the word also used in Norikane's hundred and twenty-fifth poem. The flower is here given the capacity to weary of the world.
The fourth line means: if only there were a wind to call it away. The verb for calling away is the one used of scattering blossom in Kunaikyo's hundred and twenty-eighth poem.
The closing line reaches back to the first: because it had been thinking so. By making the fall the flower's own wish, the poem inverts the usual lament over impermanence, and the idea of a flower renouncing the world carries the sense of taking religious vows.
- Author
- The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- How hard you are, then to have let the eightfold bloom fade before you spoke a heart that would visit it but pass by and say nothing
- Was the cherry bloom a dream, or was it waking and the white clouds gone and nothing on earth abides in the spring wind on the peak
- I shall not remark on the frailty of things the cherry blossom opened, and has fallen now and, ah, so it goes, this world
- Counting up the springs that are left me still to see I find that my tears are falling together with the flowers as they scatter