日を経つつ音こそまされ和泉なる
信太の森の千枝の秋風
信太の森の千枝の秋風
- Roma-ji
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Hi o hetsutsu oto koso masare Izumi naru Shinoda no mori no chie no akikaze
- English Translation
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As the days go by
the sound of it only grows
in Izumi, where
the thousand boughs of the grove
at Shinoda take the wind
- Meaning
- Day after day the sound grows louder: the autumn wind in the thousand boughs of the grove at Shinoda, in Izumi.
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 307
Headnote: composed on the autumn wind at the grove of Shinoda, when the company drew topics by lot and wrote poems.
The fifth poem on the wind in the reeds. The headnote records that topics were drawn and that this one fell to the poet.
Fujiwara no Tsunehira (1005-1072) was a poet of the mid-Heian period.
The time is autumn; the place is the grove of Shinoda in Izumi Province, in what is now Izumi in Osaka, written of also in the two hundred and thirteenth poem of Book Three.
The occasion was the drawing of the topic.
The first line means as the days go by, with a continuative particle. Not the change of a single day but an accumulation across days is given. The two hundred and eighty-seventh and eighty-eighth poems compared yesterday with today; this one takes a longer span.
In the second line an emphatic particle takes the concessive form as its close. Prince Tomohira's three hundred and third poem also has the sound growing, and the two share the observation.
The third line names the province and the fourth the grove.
The poem closes on a noun. The word for a thousand boughs means simply a great many, and the argument is that the more boughs there are the louder the wind sounds, so that volume is measured by number. Within the run the scale widens from the sound of a single reed leaf to the sound of a whole wood.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Tsunehira
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Was there some promise between them, that the reed leaf should have come to be the one the wind of autumn first calls upon, as a wife
- Autumn has come, and the wind that blows in the pines has told me so too and it is not always by the upper leaves of the reeds
- Waking from a doze at daybreak I find my sleeve has changed, it would seem from the fan I used to ply to the first wind of autumn
- Till my hand was numb I plied the fan, and where I laid it down at last I have all but forgotten for the wind of autumn blows