おしなべて思ひしことの数々に
なほ色まさる秋の夕暮
なほ色まさる秋の夕暮
- Roma-ji
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Oshinabete omoishi koto no kazukazu ni nao iro masaru aki no yūgure
- English Translation
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All the things I thought
I had thought, in all their kinds
and deeper than these
is the colour that deepens
in the evening of autumn
- Meaning
- Deeper than all the many things I have brooded on, the colour deepens still: an evening in autumn.
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 357
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, from the time when he presented a hundred-poem sequence.
A run of poems ending on the words for an autumn evening begins here. The original gives neither a fresh headnote nor a fresh attribution.
The poet is Fujiwara no Yoshitsune, as in the previous poem.
The time is an autumn evening; no place is given.
The occasion was the presentation of the hundred-poem sequence.
Poems ending on those words continue at intervals from the three hundred and fifty-eighth to the three hundred and sixty-seventh; of these, the three hundred and sixty-first to sixty-third are the three famous pieces known by that ending.
The first line means generally, without exception, the word used in Saigyo's two hundred and ninety-ninth poem.
The second line means the things brooded on until now, with a past auxiliary in the attributive form.
The third line means: against all those. The accumulated brooding is given as a quantity.
The phrase in the fourth line means that the colour grows deeper, used in Mitsune's sixty-eighth poem in Book One; here depth of colour stands for depth of brooding.
The poem closes on a noun. This one hour is said to weigh more than all the brooding that has gone before, and as the entrance to the poems that follow it sets out the weight of the evening itself.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- The wind of autumn blows a little cold, and with its blowing there comes the sound of the reeds' top leaves and that sound is a sad one
- Where it blows the reeds it is autumn, and a storm and what has waited for this: at the dead of night the voice of the calling stag
- Looking at autumn in an empty sky that goes dark toward evening before I know it, they stand the drops of dew on my sleeve
- Would such dew as this settle on my sleeve, if I were not brooding here and so I have been gazing at the evening of autumn