雲はみな払ひはてたる秋風を
松に残して月を見るかな
松に残して月を見るかな
- Roma-ji
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Kumo wa mina haraihatetaru akikaze o matsu ni nokoshite tsuki o miru kana
- English Translation
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It has swept the clouds
away, every one of them
and I leave the wind
of autumn there in the pines
and go on watching the moon
- Meaning
- The autumn wind has swept every cloud away; I leave it behind in the pines and look at the moon.
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 418
Headnote: from the time when he presented a fifty-poem sequence.
Following the run on cloud and moon, the poem leaves the wind that cleared the sky behind in the pines and turns to the moon. The headnote assigns it to a fifty-poem sequence.
The poet, given as Regent and Chancellor, is Fujiwara no Yoshitsune; he appears in this book at the three hundred and ninety-third and others.
The time is a night in autumn; the place is where pines grow.
The occasion was the presentation of the fifty poems.
The verb in the second line means to do a thing through to the end. Tsunenobu's four hundred and eleventh poem had the wind sweeping the cloud; here the sweeping is over.
The third line names the wind.
The fourth line means leaving it in the pines. The wind, its work done, is left behind as a sound among the trees while the poet turns to the moon, so that wind and moon are divided by function.
The poem closes on an exclamatory particle. The four hundred and eleventh and twelfth poems had the wind reveal the moon; this one sets the wind aside and faces the moon alone. There is craft in the disposal of the wind, and in the poem that follows the pine wind will unsettle the heart instead.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- If it were a moon one could look at for a while and then go to sleep I would not be troubled by the nearness of the ridgeline
- It is only when I gaze at it till the night deepens that it hurts I shall give it no more thought the moon of an autumn night
- When even the moon cannot console me, on these nights of the autumn it knows nothing of my heart and blows, the wind in the pines
- On the cold thin mat the autumn wind of a night spent waiting deepens and she spreads one sleeve of moon the maiden of Uji bridge