野辺ごとに訪れわたる秋風を
あだにもなびく花薄かな
あだにもなびく花薄かな
- Roma-ji
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Nobe goto ni otozure wataru akikaze o ada ni mo nabiku hanasusuki kana
- English Translation
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On moor after moor
it goes calling as it goes
the wind of autumn
and to a thing so fickle
the plumed grass bends all the same
- Meaning
- The autumn wind goes calling over one moor after another, and to so faithless a thing the plumed grass bends all the same.
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 350
Headnote: when the Regent and Chancellor had a hundred poems written.
The fifth poem on pampas grass. Grass that bends to a wind blowing everywhere is taken for a woman yielding to a faithless man. The headnote assigns it to a hundred-poem sequence set by Yoshitsune.
The poet was a lady-in-waiting to Princess Shoshi, known as Hachijoin, a daughter of Emperor Toba; her dates are not recorded. She served the same mistress as Hachijoin no Takakura, poet of the fifty-fourth piece in Book One.
The time is autumn; the place is a moor where pampas grass grows.
The occasion was the presentation of the hundred-poem sequence.
The first line means at every moor: the wind makes no distinctions.
The verb in the second line means both to pay a call and to make a sound, as in Shunzei's three hundred and fifth poem; the verb after it adds the sense of reaching everywhere.
The third line names the wind.
The word in the fourth line means fleeting, without substance, and also inconstant. A wind that visits every moor is a fickle man, and the grass that bends to him though it knows is a woman.
The poem closes on a noun. A relation of love is read into the plain fact of grass bending, and the poem belongs with the run that has treated autumn plants as women since the three hundred and thirty-sixth.
- Author
- Rokujo of Hachijoin
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Only faintly, though I would have the wind blow here on the plumes of grass though they tangle as they go and are soaked through by the dew
- The plumed grass, and still the dew lies deep: I had thought not to let it show nor to gaze on it at all upon the height of autumn
- Day has come, and so from the moor into the hills the deer goes, and blows after him, behind his track the low wind through the clover
- The thought that stays on in me I have set aside on the reed's top leaf and in these days it is sad the sky at the fall of dark