おのが妻恋ひつつ鳴くや五月闇
神奈備山の山時鳥
神奈備山の山時鳥
- Roma-ji
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Onoga tsuma koitsutsu naku ya satsukiyami Kannabiyama no yamahototogisu
- English Translation
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Longing for its mate
it calls and goes on calling
in the dark of May
the mountain cuckoo crying
on the hill of Kannabi
- Meaning
- Is it longing for its mate that keeps it calling, the mountain cuckoo on Kannabi, in the rainy dark of the fifth month?
- Commentary
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Book Three Summer Poems 194
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, topic unknown.
The cuckoo's voice again, but here its reason is found in longing for a mate, so that human feeling is laid on the bird. The original gives neither a fresh headnote nor a fresh attribution.
As before, the poet is recorded only as unknown.
The time is a dark night in the rains of the fifth month; the place is Kannabi hill, the same district as the Kannabi river of Prince Atsumi's hundred and sixty-first poem.
The occasion of composition is not recorded.
The first line means its own mate; the possessive is the word used in Tsurayuki's hundred and sixty-sixth poem in Book Two.
A continuative particle in the second line keeps the calling going, and an interrogative particle reasons toward a cause: is longing what keeps it at it? The hundred and ninth poem of Book Two read human words into a warbler's cry in the same way.
The third line names the moonless dark of the fifth-month rains. The previous poem had moonlight; this one has darkness, and the two make a pair of light and dark.
The fourth line fixes the place, a hill where a god was held to dwell.
The poem closes on a noun. The prefix marks it as a bird still in the mountains, not yet come down to the villages. A voice heard in darkness with nothing to see belongs with the run that began at the hundred and ninetieth poem.
- Author
- Unknown Poet
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- That first call of his coming out of the deep hills the cuckoo's first note at whose house, and by which one of us, is it being heard
- On the hills of May and the deutzia moonlight and the cuckoo's call I hear and am not sated and would have it sing once more
- On a night when one cry of the cuckoo is heard and the bird has gone how can anyone at all go on sleeping easily
- Calling as it comes out of the mountains, and so in the wooded hills the pinks of Yamato must have come into bloom, it seems