秋はただ心より置く夕露を
袖の外とも思ひけるかな
袖の外とも思ひけるかな
- Roma-ji
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Aki wa tada kokoro yori oku yūtsuyu o sode no hoka to mo omoikeru kana
- English Translation
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Autumn, I had thought
was a thing outside my sleeve
but this evening dew
comes and settles from within
out of my own heart alone
- Meaning
- Autumn is nothing but an evening dew that settles out of the heart; and I had taken it for something outside my sleeve.
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 297
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, for the contest in fifteen hundred rounds.
The poem redefines the dew of autumn as something rising from within rather than a feature of the world outside. The original gives no fresh headnote.
Echizen was a lady-in-waiting and poet in the service of Retired Emperor Go-Toba, though little is recorded of her life. In Book One she is the poet of the twenty-fourth poem and in Book Two of the hundred and twenty-seventh.
The time is an evening at the beginning of autumn; no place is given.
The occasion was submission to the contest.
The first line means: autumn is nothing but. The poem opens by defining what the season is.
The second line means settling out of the heart. Dew lies on grass, and here it is made to rise from within. After the dew of the village in the two hundred and ninety-third poem and the dew of the sleeve in the two hundred and ninety-fourth, its place moves further inward still; across three poems it travels from the village to the sleeve and from the sleeve to the heart.
The third line names it.
The fourth line means: as something outside the sleeve. The mistake is stated: she had taken it for something beyond herself.
An exclamatory auxiliary at the close marks the recognition of that mistake, and a final particle doubles the exclamation. The sadness of autumn does not arrive from outside but was within from the first, and the run on early autumn ends on the side of the mind.
- Author
- Echizen
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Over my pillow spread with cloth, it has gone by or so it would seem in search of the dew, the first wind of the autumn season
- On the hill the leaves of the arrowroot have turned their colour, and this morning there is a sadness in the first wind of autumn
- Until yesterday it hid itself out of sight the low reed, and now on the dew of its top leaves the wind of autumn blows on
- Even to a man who thinks of nothing at all and lets the world be it teaches the heart to feel the first wind of the autumn