秋萩を折らでは過ぎじ月草の
花摺り衣露に濡るとも
花摺り衣露に濡るとも
- Roma-ji
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Akihagi o oradewa sugiji tsukikusa no hanasurigoromo tsuyu ni nuru tomo
- English Translation
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I shall not pass by
without breaking off a spray
of autumn's clover
though my flower-dyed robe should
be soaked and stained by the dew
- Meaning
- I will not go past without breaking a spray of autumn clover, though the robe I dyed with dayflower be soaked with dew.
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 330
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, topic unknown.
The third poem on bush clover. Where the previous poem left the dyeing to the flowers, this one accepts that a dyed robe will be ruined and breaks the spray anyway. The original gives no fresh headnote.
The poet, given by his rank, is Yoen (1048-1125), who served as superintendent of Kofuku-ji and rose to Provisional Archbishop.
The time is autumn; the place is where clover grows.
The occasion of composition is not recorded.
The dayflower's old name is used here; cloth dyed with its flowers was known to lose its colour when wet.
The first line names the object.
The second line joins a negative connective to an auxiliary of negative intention: I will not pass without breaking one. The same auxiliary as in the previous poem is used, and it points the other way.
The third line names the dayflower.
The fourth line names a robe dyed by rubbing flowers into it, taking up the verb of the previous poem, so that the two share the language of dyeing.
The particle at the close marks a concessive supposition. Dayflower dye runs, and dew will spoil the robe. To break the spray in spite of that shows the strength of the attachment. Accepting a loss knowingly is the posture of Saigyo's hundred and twenty-sixth poem in Book Two, which took on the grief that familiarity brings.
- Author
- Yoen
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- In the river's flow the deer has laid a weir, and it does not float free and go down with the current the autumn bush-clover bloom
- This hunting robe: I shall not dye it myself, no but leave it to be stained by the clover flowers of the moor, deep in its dew
- With clover flowers laid across her sleeves, and who was it, waving there her scarf at the palace on the ridge of Takamado
- Even the dew there has no quiet in its heart and in the fall wind they bloom in disorder there the clover fields of Mano