有明の月は待たぬに出でぬれど
なほ山深き時鳥かな
なほ山深き時鳥かな
- Roma-ji
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Ariake no tsuki wa matanu ni idenuredo nao yama fukaki hototogisu kana
- English Translation
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The dawn moon has come
though I did not wait for it
and still, deep within
the mountains, it has not come
the cuckoo I have waited
- Meaning
- The dawn moon, which I was not waiting for, has come up; and the cuckoo is still deep in the mountains.
- Commentary
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Book Three Summer Poems 212
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, on the cuckoo's heart.
What is not waited for arrives and what is waited for does not. The original gives no fresh headnote.
The poet, given by his court title, is Taira no Chikamune (1144-1199), of the Kanmu Taira, who rose to Provisional Middle Counsellor.
The time is a summer daybreak; no place is given.
The occasion was the set topic.
The first two lines mean: though I was not even waiting for it. Yoshitsune's two hundred and ninth poem also begins with the dawn moon, and the two share the word; there the moon had gone, here it has risen.
The concessive particle in the third line turns the sentence.
The fourth line means still far back in the hills. The phrase for deep mountains is used in the third and twenty-fourth poems of Book One and the hundred and twenty-second of Book Two, where it measured a place; here it measures the bird's distance.
The poem closes on a noun with an exclamatory particle. The disproportion, that the unwanted comes and the wanted does not, is the frame of the poem, and it is the frame of the hundred and seventy-sixth piece in this book, which set a departing spring against a summer robe that came unasked.
- Author
- Taira no Chikamune
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- What would you have me do with this heart of mine, then cuckoo, that you cry there in the light of the moon that shows between the cloud-breaks
- The cuckoo has cried and gone behind the ridgeline and that ridge is now more hateful to me than when it was the moon that went in
- It has gone on past the cuckoo of Shinoda's wood, and left behind on my sleeve the dripping that has not once ceased to fall there
- What am I to do so many nights it has not come, the cuckoo, and just as I resolve to wait no more, a squall fills the sky