誰が谷か明日は残さん山桜
こぼれて匂へ今日の形見に
こぼれて匂へ今日の形見に
- Roma-ji
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Taga tani ka asu wa nokosamu yamazakura koborete nioe kyō no katami ni
- English Translation
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In whose valley, then
will any be left by dawn
you mountain cherries
spill down and glow while you can
as a keepsake of today
- Meaning
- Which valley will still have any tomorrow? Mountain cherries, spill and shine as you fall, and be the keepsake of this day.
- Commentary
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Book Two Spring Poems II 150
Headnote: composed on the day when the Ono-no-miya Chancellor viewed the blossom at Tsukinowa-dera.
On the day of a blossom-viewing, the poem grieves over the falling flowers and asks them to serve as a memento of the day. The Chancellor of the headnote is Fujiwara no Saneyori, known by his residence at Ono-no-miya; Tsukinowa-dera is a temple in the hills.
Kiyohara no Motosuke (908-990) was one of the thirty-six immortals of poetry and took part in compiling the Gosen Wakashu. He was the father of Sei Shonagon.
The time is when the cherries fall; the place is the hills around Tsukinowa-dera.
The occasion was his attendance at Saneyori's blossom-viewing.
An interrogative particle in the first line governs the auxiliary in the second: which valley? The assumption is that the flowers last differently from one valley to another.
The second line means: will keep any until tomorrow. The expectation is that by then there may be none.
The third line names the one addressed.
The fourth line is an imperative: spill and shine. The request is not that they should stay but that they should be beautiful in falling. Masatsune's hundred and forty-fifth poem asked the wind to let something glow a little longer; this one asks it of the flowers.
The word at the close names a thing kept in remembrance, used also in the hundred and forty-fourth poem. Grieving over the fall, the poem tries to keep the falling itself in memory.
- Author
- Kiyohara no Motosuke
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- 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
- The people of Tang set their boats afloat, they say and made merry, so today, my friend, wear flowers woven into a garland
- Should I see the shoals where the blossom is carried the crescent has split and gone down out of the sky beyond the far mountainside