吉野山花の故郷跡絶えて
空しき枝に春風ぞ吹く
空しき枝に春風ぞ吹く
- Roma-ji
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Yoshinoyama hana no furusato ato taete munashiki eda ni harukaze zo fuku
- English Translation
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On Yoshino's slopes
the old home of the blossom
where no track is left
through the emptiness of boughs
the wind of the spring blows on
- Meaning
- On Yoshino, in the old home of the flowers, no one comes any more, and the spring wind blows through the empty branches.
- Commentary
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Book Two Spring Poems II 147
Headnote: on the theme of the last of spring.
The topic named is the remnant of spring, its ending. Yoshino after the fall of the blossom is given as an old village to which no one comes.
The poet, given as Regent and Chancellor, is Fujiwara no Yoshitsune; this is his second appearance in this book, after the hundred and thirty-sixth poem.
The time is after the cherries have fallen; the place is Yoshino in Yamato Province.
The occasion was the set topic.
The first line raises the place, its sixth appearance in this book after the hundredth, hundred and fourteenth, hundred and twenty-first, hundred and thirty-second and hundred and thirty-third poems.
The second line means the old village of the flowers. The word for an old place runs through the spring poems of this anthology; the opening poem of Book One called Yoshino a village where the snow had fallen and time had passed. The same ground that announced spring's arrival appears here as the place the flowers have left.
The third line means that the tracks of visitors have ceased. It is the situation of Teika's hundred and thirty-fourth poem, where no footprint marked the garden, moved to a mountain.
The fourth line means branches with no flowers on them, the same sight as the branch-tips of the previous poem: two poems looking at one thing.
An emphatic particle governs the verb at the close. Only the wind that stripped the flowers still blows in the same place.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Calling the flowers hold what is left of them here among the clouds, and glow a little while longer you spring wind off the mountain
- Grieve as I may, still they have fallen, every one the cherry flowers and all that is left me now is to gaze at the branches
- In the old village the height of the flowers is past and yet their image has not left, and it lingers across the sky of the spring
- The flowers have gone and gazing at no colour in particular through an emptiness of sky the rain of the spring comes down