山里の峰の雨雲とだえして
夕べ涼しき真木の下露
夕べ涼しき真木の下露
- Roma-ji
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Yamazato no mine no amagumo todaeshite yūbe suzushiki maki no shitatsuyu
- English Translation
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At the mountain house
the rain cloud on the summit
has broken away
and the evening is cool now
with dew beneath the cypress
- Meaning
- At the mountain village the rain cloud has broken off the ridge, and the evening is cool with the dew under the cypresses.
- Commentary
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Book Three Summer Poems 279
Headnote: among the summer poems he offered to the Great Shrine.
A run on the coolness at summer's end begins here. The headnote assigns the poem to those offered at the Ise Shrine, as the two hundred and thirty-sixth was.
The poet, given as Retired Emperor, is Go-Toba; this is his third appearance in this book, after the hundred and seventy-fifth and two hundred and thirty-sixth poems.
The time is an evening at the end of summer; the place is a mountain village.
The occasion was the offering of the poems.
The first line raises the place.
The second line names rain cloud lying on a ridge, the sight from which Toshiyori's two hundred and sixty-sixth poem inferred distant rain.
The verb in the third line means to break off partway; in Teika's thirty-eighth poem in Book One it was used of a dream giving out, and here it is used of cloud parting.
The fourth line gives the coolness after the rain.
The poem closes on a noun. The word for the trees means the evergreens valued as timber, cedar and cypress; the dew beneath them is the word used in the two hundred and seventy-first poem. Raindrops remain as dew and keep the coolness. The scene after a squall, given in the two hundred and sixty-fourth and sixty-seventh poems, is moved here to a mountain village.
- Author
- Go-Toba In
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- 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
- 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
- Drawing from the rock spring, over the dwarf bamboo the jewels spill, and here and there it is forming the evening dew of autumn
- With one branch put out the wild pear of Ou stands and whether or not the fruit sets, and the fall comes the wind goes through me alike