夜を重ね待ちかね山の時鳥
雲居のよそに一声ぞ聞く
雲居のよそに一声ぞ聞く
- Roma-ji
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Yo o kasane machikaneyama no hototogisu kumoi no yoso ni hitokoe zo kiku
- English Translation
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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
- Meaning
- Night after night I waited past all waiting, and from Machikane the cuckoo has given one cry, far off beyond the clouds.
- Commentary
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Book Three Summer Poems 205
Headnote: on the cuckoo, for the contest at the Kaya-in of the former Chancellor, in 1094.
After many nights of waiting, a single distant cry. The headnote places it at a contest held at the Kaya-in residence of the former Chancellor, Fujiwara no Morozane, the poet of the hundred and second poem in Book Two.
Suo no Naishi was a lady-in-waiting and poet of the late Heian period; her dates are not recorded. She is known by that name from her father's post as governor of Suo.
The time is a summer night; the place is Mount Machikane in Settsu Province, in what is now Toyonaka in Osaka.
The occasion was submission to the contest.
The first line means night piled upon night, as in the run of nights of the hundred and ninety-ninth poem.
The second line is a pivot, holding at once the verb for waiting past endurance and the name of the mountain. A state of mind and a place are carried in one phrase, as in the hundred and fifty-sixth poem of Book Two.
The third line names the bird.
The word in the fourth line means the sky, and by extension somewhere far away; the word after it means elsewhere. The cry came from a distance, not from near at hand.
An emphatic particle governs the verb at the close. What many nights of waiting won was one distant cry, and the disproportion between the waiting and its reward is the subject. The poem belongs to the series on the single cry that began at the hundred and ninety-fifth.
- Author
- Suo no Naishi
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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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
- 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
- Until I have heard a second cry I'll not leave cuckoo, though I lie however many nights here at the anchorage, waking
- Cuckoo, one cry more and let it call back to mind in Oiso's wood the old days, and the deep nights of years that have grown old now