木のもとの住みかも今は荒れぬべし
春し暮れなば誰か訪ひ来ん
春し暮れなば誰か訪ひ来ん
- Roma-ji
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Ko no moto no sumika mo ima wa arenubeshi haru shi kurenaba tare ka toikomu
- English Translation
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Under the branches
my dwelling will fall to waste
from this time onward
for when the spring has gone by
who will come to visit me
- Meaning
- My dwelling under the trees will go to ruin now: once the spring has ended, who will come?
- Commentary
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Book Two Spring Poems II 168
Headnote: composed at the end of spring, while he was in religious training.
The second poem grieving over the end of spring. A dwelling that people visited for the flowers must fall to waste once the season is over. The headnote assigns it to the period of his training.
The Archbishop Gyoson (1055-1135), a son of Minamoto no Motohira, rose to that rank. He is remembered for the severity of the training he undertook through the provinces. A poem of his appears in Book Nine of this anthology as well.
The time is the end of spring; the place is a hut built beneath the trees.
The occasion was composition during his training.
The first line means under the trees, so that the hut stands beneath the flowering branches.
The particle in the second line carries the sense of the dwelling as well: not only the flowers go but the house too.
The auxiliary in the third line expresses what must follow: it is bound to fall to ruin.
In the fourth line an emphatic particle and a conditional form together mean: once the spring has ended.
An interrogative particle in the closing line governs the attributive form. The question is close to rhetorical, carrying the sense that no one will. It is the subject of Norikane's hundred and twenty-fifth poem, in which callers ceased after the fall; there the result is reported, and here it is anticipated.
- Author
- The Archbishop Gyoson
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Though it is a vine caught on a green pine that keeps its colour always the wisteria has bloomed in its own good time, and gone
- Is there any bloom left unfallen? Let us go in a company and look for it where it hides deep in the folds of the hills
- Where the harbour lies of the spring that darkens down nobody can say and into the haze it drops a brushwood boat on Uji
- Even unarrived for the flowers' sake I found myself awaiting them; and now the spring is gone here in this deep mountain place