雲迷ふ夕べに秋を籠めながら
風もほに出でぬ荻の上かな
風もほに出でぬ荻の上かな
- Roma-ji
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Kumo mayou yūbe ni aki o komenagara kaze mo ho ni idenu ogi no ue kana
- English Translation
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Cloud is drifting now
and the evening holds within
itself the autumn
and the wind has not come out
in ear, above the reed beds
- Meaning
- Cloud drifts, and the evening holds autumn folded in it; and above the reeds the wind too has not yet come into the open.
- Commentary
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Book Three Summer Poems 278
Headnote: composed as a summer poem.
The second poem on the reed, taking up the previous poem's phrase and writing of an autumn that has not yet shown itself. The headnote gives it as a summer poem.
The poet, given as former Archbishop, is Jien; this is his fifth appearance in this book, after the hundred and seventy-seventh and others.
The time is an evening at the end of summer; the place is where reeds grow thick.
The occasion was the composition of a summer poem.
The first line means that the cloud drifts without settling, as in Hachijoin no Takakura's two hundred and eighth poem.
The second line gives the hour and the subject.
The verb in the third line means to hold within, and the particle after it is concessive: the evening holds autumn inside and does not let it out.
The fourth line repeats the phrase of the previous poem; the particle carries the sense of the wind too. Neither the reed's ear nor the wind's autumn has come to the surface, and two kinds of not-yet are laid together.
The poem closes on a noun with an exclamatory particle. Where the previous poem had autumn speaking from below, this one has it still hidden. Two poems share a phrase and stand as a pair, one for what emerges and one for what does not.
- Author
- Jien
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- The white dew has laid its kindness on it, and those leaves, those words of it and dimly, faintly it showed the flower of the moonflower
- In the dusk I light a lamp at the reeds that stand beside my eaves, and an autumn not yet in ear speaks from underneath to me
- At the mountain house the rain cloud on the summit has broken away and the evening is cool now with dew beneath the cypress
- Drawing from the rock spring, over the dwarf bamboo the jewels spill, and here and there it is forming the evening dew of autumn