朝霧やたつたの山の里ならで
秋来にけりと誰か知らまし
秋来にけりと誰か知らまし
- Roma-ji
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Asagiri ya Tatsuta no yama no sato narade aki kinikeri to tare ka shiramashi
- English Translation
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But for a village
below Tatsuta's hillside
where the morning mist
rises, who would ever know
that the autumn had arrived
- Meaning
- But for this village below the hills of Tatsuta, where the morning mist rises, who could have known that autumn had come?
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 302
Headnote: on the theme of early autumn at a mountain house, when he had poems written at his residence while he was Middle Counsellor and Captain.
The topic is the early arrival of autumn at a house in the hills, set at the poet's own residence.
The poet, known by his titles and his residence, is Fujiwara no Tadamichi (1097-1164). He served as Regent and Chancellor and lived at Hossho-ji, from which he takes his name; he was also a noted calligrapher. Yoshitsune, poet of the opening piece of Book One, was his grandson, and Kanezane, poet of the two hundred and thirty-first in Book Three, his son.
The time is a morning in early autumn; the place is a village below Tatsuta on the border of Yamato and Kawachi.
The occasion was the set topic.
The first line leads into the place name: the verb for mist rising sounds the first part of the name, so that the mist and the mountain are bound by one sound. Yakamochi's eighty-fifth poem in Book One uses the same device with spring haze; here it is autumn mist.
The negative connective in the third line means: had it not been this village.
The fourth line quotes the phrase for autumn's arrival that has run through this book since its opening, set here inside a quotation.
In the closing line an interrogative particle stands with an auxiliary of contrary-to-fact supposition: no one could have known. The claim is that a mountain village learns the season first, and the topic's early autumn is answered in that form.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Tadamichi
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- How they must freeze now the dew upon the grass blades for the autumn wind has risen and gone abroad over Miyagi's wide moor
- With the scum of pools still on me I set the shoots in the hillside field and I strung the clappers up and my sleeves are wet again
- At evening the sound of the wind through the reed beds grows louder, and now how am I to be woken out of sleep, and by what else
- When the evening comes in the wind that blows across the set of the reeds for no reason I can name the tears have begun to fall