七夕の天の羽衣うち重ね
寝る夜涼しき秋風ぞ吹く
寝る夜涼しき秋風ぞ吹く
- Roma-ji
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Tanabata no ama no hagoromo uchikasane nuru yo suzushiki akikaze zo fuku
- English Translation
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On the Weaver's night
the robes of heaven are laid
one on the other
and where they sleep it is cool
for the autumn wind is up
- Meaning
- The Weaver's robes of heaven are laid one over the other, and where they sleep a cool autumn wind is blowing.
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 318
Headnote: composed as a Tanabata poem.
A run on the Weaver's robes begins here. This poem gives the wind in the chamber on the night of the meeting. The headnote gives the festival as the occasion.
The poet, given by his office, is Fujiwara no Takato, a mid-Heian poet who served as Deputy Governor-General of Dazaifu and was accomplished in music. In Book Three he is the poet of the sixty-ninth poem.
The time is the night of the seventh day of the seventh month; the place is in heaven.
The occasion was the writing of a Tanabata poem.
The name in the first line here means the Weaver star. Since she weaves, she is commonly written of with words belonging to cloth.
The first line names the Weaver.
The second line names the feather robe of a heavenly being, used in Sutoku's hundred and thirty-first poem in Book Two, where such a robe brushed the falling blossom.
The third line means laid one over another, with a rhythmic prefix. Two robes laid together stand for two people sleeping together, the counterpart of the single spread sleeve that means sleeping alone in Tsunenobu's hundred and ninety-seventh poem in Book Three.
The fourth line gives the wind of that night.
An emphatic particle governs the verb at the close. A cool wind blows where the meeting takes place; the coolness is a comfort and at the same time a mark of autumn deepening and of the parting to come. This poem of a meeting in heaven answers to the solitary bed on earth of the three hundred and thirteenth.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Takato
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- My sleeve gets soaking and in the water I hold cupped in my own hands I am looking at the sky where the stars of heaven meet
- Through a break in cloud I look out at the wide sky where the two stars meet and the waves of the river of heaven will not lie still
- The hems of the robes of the Weaver: have a care and do not blow them back and turn them inside out you first wind of the autumn
- On the mulberry leaves of the boat that crosses over to her, how many autumns have written letters of dew there, I ask