藤袴主は誰ともしらつゆの
こぼれて匂ふ野辺の秋風
こぼれて匂ふ野辺の秋風
- Roma-ji
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Fujibakama nushi wa tare to mo shiratsuyu no koborete niou nobe no akikaze
- English Translation
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Whose the boneset is
there is no knowing, and white
the dew that spills down
and the fragrance rises up
in the wind across the moor
- Meaning
- Whose is this boneset? There is no knowing; the white dew spills from it and the scent rises in the autumn wind across the moor.
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 339
Headnote: composed on the boneset.
The poems turn here to the boneset, one of the seven plants of autumn. Because its Japanese name contains the word for a pair of trousers, it invites the question of whose garment it is.
The Monk Koyu was a monk of the late Heian and early Kamakura periods; little is recorded of his life.
The time is autumn; the place is a moor where the plant grows.
The occasion was the set topic.
The first line names the plant, whose name allows it to be treated as clothing.
The second line asks whose it is: a garment must have an owner, and the question follows from that. It is the pattern of Michitomo's ninety-sixth poem in Book Two, which asked who had planted the cherries.
The word in the third line does double duty, sounding both the verb for not knowing and the word for white. Taken with the question above it means unknown; taken with the spilling below it means white dew, and one word serves both directions.
The fourth line has the dew spilling and the flower giving out its scent.
The poem closes on a noun. On the conceit of a garment left on the moor with no owner, scent and wind are laid, and the whole poem is built out of the associations of a name.
- Author
- The Monk Koyu
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Maiden-flower, do you remember the old home out on the wide moor and do you long for the voice of the insect that lodged there
- When the evening comes where the beads of dew are shed the maiden-flowers cannot settle on a place to lay their heads: the wind blows
- In a thin mist, on the flowers of the hedgerow the damp of morning and who was it who declared that autumn is for evening
- Were my sleeves like this so wilted then, when I went out onto the moor for I saw the autumn flowers in those old days too, and yet