見る人の袖をぞしほる秋の夜は
月にいかなる影かそふらん
月にいかなる影かそふらん
- Roma-ji
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Miru hito no sode o zo shioru aki no yo wa tsuki ni ikanaru kage ka souramu
- English Translation
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They wring out the sleeves
of those who look, and what light
is it that is joined
to the moon on autumn nights
that it should work on them so
- Meaning
- It soaks the sleeves of those who look: on autumn nights, what light can it be that is added to the moon?
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 409
Headnote: sent on looking at the moon.
An exchange on the moon follows. This poem asks why the autumn moon should make people weep, and was sent to another; the four hundred and tenth is the reply.
The poet, given by his court title, was a mid-Heian poet. A poem by him appears in Book Nine, at the eight hundred and sixty-seventh.
The time is a night in autumn; no place is given.
The occasion was the sending of the poem.
An emphatic particle in the first two lines governs the verb, which means to soak, used in the Dainagon of Shichijoin's four hundred and second poem.
The third line fixes the scene.
The word in the fourth line means of what kind.
The word at the close means light, with an interrogative particle and an auxiliary of present conjecture. The question is why the same moon should make people weep in autumn: is something added to the light? It is the stance of Saigyo's three hundred and sixty-seventh poem, which asked the reason for autumn's sadness; there the season at large, here the moon in particular. The phrase for light being added is the one used in Horikawa's three hundred and eighty-third poem, and here it becomes the thing questioned.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Norinaga
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- It cannot differ whether one knows them or not the hearts of us all for that while when we are here waiting for the autumn moon
- There is no one who has given me cause to hope and on autumn nights I have no feeling at all of sleeping once I have looked
- It is a light that goes with me, that is how I see the autumn moon for there is no hour at all when it is not on my sleeve
- The light of the moon shines clear from end to end now across heaven's plain for the storm at dead of night has swept the clouds away, all