橘の花散る軒の忍ぶ草
昔をかけて露ぞこぼるる
昔をかけて露ぞこぼるる
- Roma-ji
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Tachibana no hana chiru noki no shinobugusa mukashi o kakete tsuyu zo koboruru
- English Translation
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Where the orange sheds
its flowers, under the eaves
the remembering
fern hangs, and, calling the past
the dew comes spilling over
- Meaning
- Under the eaves where the orange sheds its flowers grows the fern of remembrance, and, with the past in mind, the dew comes spilling down.
- Commentary
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Book Three Summer Poems 241
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, from the time when he presented a hundred-poem sequence.
The fourth poem on orange blossom, gathering into one piece the orange and the fern, both of which call up the past. The original gives no fresh headnote.
The poet, given by his court title, is Fujiwara no Tadayoshi; this is his second appearance in this book, after the two hundred and thirty-fourth poem.
The time is when the orange flowers are falling; the place is the eaves of a house.
The occasion was the presentation of the hundred-poem sequence.
The first two lines fix the place; the flowers are already past their opening.
The third line names a fern that grows at eaves, whose name sounds the verb for remembering. Gyokei's sixty-fourth poem in Book One uses the same play, there beside the jewelled water of the eaves.
The fourth line means holding the past in mind. The verb means to hang a thing in the heart, a different use from the promise of the two hundred and thirty-ninth poem.
An emphatic particle governs the attributive verb at the close. The dew lies on the fern and is at the same time a tear. The orange's scent, the fern's name and the dew are three things that all call up the past, and within the run this poem carries the most of them.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Tadayoshi
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Who is to recall it in the days to come, then that in the evening wind it made its promise, this orange tree beside my house
- The past will not come again, and I take it for now, and fall asleep and at my dreaming pillow the orange gives its fragrance
- In the dark of May in a light sleep taken through the short summer night the orange blossom's fragrance lies cool upon my sleeve here
- He whom I should seek is here at the eaves' edge, in this old dwelling place and I wonder if it's him the orange in the garden