大井川篝さし行く鵜飼舟
幾瀬に夏の夜を明かすらん
幾瀬に夏の夜を明かすらん
- Roma-ji
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Ōigawa kagari sashiyuku ukaibune ikuse ni natsu no yo o akasuramu
- English Translation
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Down the Oi, poles
and torches, the cormorant
boats are going on
and at how many shallows
will they see the night through here
- Meaning
- The cormorant boats go down the Oi with their torches raised: at how many shallows will they pass the summer night?
- Commentary
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Book Three Summer Poems 253
Headnote: for the contest in fifteen hundred rounds.
The third poem on cormorant fishing, on boats moving from shallow to shallow through the night. The headnote assigns it to the contest in fifteen hundred rounds.
The poet, given by his court title, is Fujiwara no Shunzei; this is his sixth appearance in this book, after the two hundred and first and others.
The time is a summer night; the place is the Oi River in Yamashiro Province, which runs below Arashiyama and was known for this fishing.
The occasion was submission to the contest.
The first line raises the place. The two poems before it gave the Uji and an unnamed river; here another well-known site is set down.
The verb in the second line means to hold a torch up. In the previous poem the same verb meant to pole a boat, and it is used here in another sense.
The third line places in the middle of the poem the words that opened the two before it, so that three pieces turn on one phrase.
The fourth line asks at how many shallows, showing that the boats do not stay in one place but work from one to the next.
The auxiliary at the close expresses present conjecture. A night's work is reasoned about by someone not present, and the shortness of a summer night is laid over the figures of those who spend it fishing.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Shunzei
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- The cormorant boats and how moving they are, and the sky at dusk there over the river Uji of the eighty warrior clans
- The cormorant boats are they poling up the shoals and past them just now for the light of the fishing fires is knotting as it goes
- On that river up in the far heavens, the boats of the cormorants what have they promised, and why do they wait for the darkness
- The light that of old the fishing fires gave, faintly showing once again in Ashiya village here the fireflies are flying now