眺むれば千々に物思ふ月に又
わが身ひとつの峰の松風
わが身ひとつの峰の松風
- Roma-ji
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Nagamureba chiji ni mono omou tsuki ni mata waga mi hitotsu no mine no matsukaze
- English Translation
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When I gaze at it
the moon, a thousand thoughts come
and then, over them
and mine alone, no one's else
the wind in the mountain pines
- Meaning
- Gazing at the moon that sets a thousand thoughts going, I have besides, and mine alone, the wind in the pines on the ridge.
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 397
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, on the theme of wind before the moon.
The twenty-second poem on the moon, pairing moon and pine wind as the poem before it did. The original gives no fresh headnote.
Kamo no Chomei was born into a family of priests of the Shimogamo shrine and later took orders and wrote the Hojoki. This is his second appearance in this book, after the three hundred and sixty-sixth poem.
The time is a night in autumn; the place is a mountain ridge.
The occasion was the set topic.
The model is Oe no Chisato's poem in the Kokin Wakashu: looking at the moon, a thousand sorrows come, though the autumn is not his alone. Chisato is the poet of the four hundred and fifth piece.
The first line stands where the model's phrase for looking at the moon stands.
The second line takes up the model's thousand sorrows; the word means many, of many kinds.
The word in the third line means in addition, and from here the poem adds what the model did not have.
The fourth line is also the model's phrase, but there it was denied - the autumn is not his alone - while here it is affirmed, modifying the pine wind: the season may belong to everyone, and this wind is his own.
The poem closes on a noun. Two phrases of the model are used and its denial turned into an affirmation, so that a new poem is made, and the craft of allusion shows plainly.
- Author
- Kamo no Chomei
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Not deep in the hills and still, at a hut on the nearer slopes, waking in the night: how lonely it must be, the moon through the trees
- The moon still cannot get through between the branches at Sumiyoshi it goes through all of the pines the wind of autumn, and blows
- On the mountain road over the dew on the moss I wake in the night and deep in the dark I lie and look at the moon up there
- They have hearts, it seems the sleeves of the fisherfolk of Ojima, for they are not wet, though I said lodge the moon in them, and stay