聞かでただ寝なましものを時鳥
中々なりや夜半の一声
中々なりや夜半の一声
- Roma-ji
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Kikade tada nenamashi mono o hototogisu nakanaka nari ya yowa no hitokoe
- English Translation
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I should have just slept
and never heard it at all
cuckoo, for it leaves
everything half done, that one
cry of yours in the deep night
- Meaning
- I should have gone to sleep and never heard it. That single cry in the depth of the night, cuckoo, was worse than none.
- Commentary
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Book Three Summer Poems 203
Headnote: topic unknown.
Having heard only one cry, the poet is left the less satisfied. It is the subject of the hundred and ninety-fifth and hundred and ninety-seventh poems, stated more directly. The headnote gives no topic and nothing is known of the circumstances.
Sagami was a lady-in-waiting and poet of the mid-Heian period; her dates are not recorded. She is known by that name from her marriage to Oe no Kinyori, governor of Sagami.
The time is the middle of a summer night; no place is given.
The occasion of composition is not recorded.
The first line means: without hearing it, simply.
The second line joins an auxiliary of contrary-to-fact supposition to a concessive and exclamatory particle: I should have slept and not heard, and now it is too late.
The third line names the bird.
The phrase in the fourth line means that a thing half done is worse than not done at all, with an exclamatory particle.
The poem closes on a noun, so that what is being judged comes last, in inversion. The hundred and ninety-fifth poem could not sleep for one cry and the hundred and ninety-seventh would sleep for two; this one regrets having heard the one. Three poems handle a single lack by degrees, and this is its furthest point.
- Author
- Sagami
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Thinking of the past in this grass hut, in the rain falling through the night do not add your tears to mine cuckoo of the mountainside
- Rain is pouring on the flowering orange tree and the wind goes through and the mountain cuckoo cries somewhere up among the clouds
- At whichever house it may come and call, I thought and for the cuckoo I waited with all my heart until the waiting wore me
- Night upon night now I have waited past waiting and the mountain's bird far off, beyond the cloud-track has given one cry, no more