三島江の入江の真菰雨降れば
いとどしをれて刈る人もなし
いとどしをれて刈る人もなし
- Roma-ji
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Mishimae no irie no makomo ame fureba itodo shiorete karu hito mo nashi
- English Translation
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At Mishima Bay
the wild rice in the inlet
when the rain comes down
droops the lower for it, and
there is nobody to cut it
- Meaning
- The wild rice in the inlet at Mishima droops the more for the rain, and no one comes to cut it.
- Commentary
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Book Three Summer Poems 228
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, topic unknown.
A run on wild rice begins here. It is a waterside plant, cut and used for matting. The original gives no fresh headnote.
The poet, given by his court title, is Minamoto no Tsunenobu; this is his fourth appearance in this book, after the hundred and ninety-seventh, two hundred and twenty-second and two hundred and twenty-fifth poems.
The time is the season of long rains; the place is Mishima Bay in Settsu Province, along the Yodo River in what is now Takatsuki in Osaka, the same ground as Minamoto no Michiteru's twenty-fifth poem in Book One on the budding of reeds.
The occasion of composition is not recorded.
The first two lines fix place and object.
The third line gives a settled condition: because the rain falls.
The adverb in the fourth line means all the more, and the verb means to lose strength, to droop, the word used of geese in Teika's sixty-third poem in Book One.
The poem ends flatly on a negative, with a particle carrying the sense of not even anyone to cut it. Because of the rain nobody comes out, and so the plants stay as they are. The absence of human hands makes matters worse, the same shape as in the two hundred and twenty-fifth and twenty-sixth poems, where rope and conduit failed: the long rain stopping the work of people is the subject.
- Author
- Minamoto no Tsunenobu
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- On the small hill fields the rope they have drawn along stretches out and out and is it rotting away in the season of long rain
- How wet must they be the trailing skirts of the men working in the fields in a season when no break in the cloud shows, and rain falls
- Where they cut wild rice the marsh water at Yodo is deep, and even to the bottom of it, clear the light of the moon has come
- The oak has grown thick how thick it has grown, this year in the long rains, till the god who guards its leaves has drawn his rope across it all