夏草は茂りにけれど時鳥
などわが宿に一声もせぬ
などわが宿に一声もせぬ
- Roma-ji
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Natsukusa wa shigerinikeredo hototogisu nado waga yado ni hitokoe mo senu
- English Translation
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The grass of summer
has grown thick, and even so
the cuckoo has not
come to my house here, and why
has it not given one cry
- Meaning
- The summer grass has grown thick, and still the cuckoo has not given so much as a single cry at my house. Why is that?
- Commentary
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Book Three Summer Poems 189
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, topic unknown.
The poem stands at the turn from the grasses to the cuckoo. The grass has come and the bird has not, and the complaint leads into the run that follows. The original gives no fresh headnote.
The poem is given as an imperial composition of the Engi era, that is, by Emperor Daigo. In Book Two he is the poet of the hundred and sixty-third poem.
The time is early summer; the place is the poet's own house.
The occasion of composition is not recorded.
The cuckoo was prized as the bird that announced summer, and its first call was waited for. It is the commonest subject in the summer poems of the Shin Kokin Wakashu.
The first two lines take up the opening of the previous poem almost unchanged, which shows that the two are placed together. But where that poem closed on an exclamation, this one turns concessive and runs on into the lines below: one phrase, put to a different use.
The third line names what is being waited for.
The adverb in the fourth line means why, and the complaint is put as a question about a cause.
The particle in the closing line carries the sense of not even one cry; a negative in the attributive form ends the poem flatly, so that the absence is strongly stated.
The argument is that the thickening grass should have brought the bird as well, and the subject is the failure of the season's signs to arrive together. From this poem onward, the poems wait for the cuckoo and listen for it.
- Author
- Emperor Daigo
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Only for a while he came, and I resented and now he comes not and by these blades of grasses I think of him even now
- The grass of summer has grown so thick, so thickly that on the jewelled road, those who pass along it can knot it as they go by
- That voice of yours, why can you not hold it in, then cuckoo, hidden there in the shadow of the first flowers of the deutzia
- While I wait to hear the cuckoo lift up its voice shall I go and stand under Kataoka's grove and let its dripping wet me