さらにまた暮れをたのめと明けにけり
月はつれなき秋の夜の空
月はつれなき秋の夜の空
- Roma-ji
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Sara ni mata kure o tanome to akenikeri tsuki wa tsurenaki aki no yo no sora
- English Translation
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Yet once more it says
look for me at dusk, and then
the day has broken
the moon is indifferent
and the sky of autumn's night
- Meaning
- As if to say, wait for me again at dusk, the day has broken; and the moon takes no notice, in the sky of an autumn night.
- Commentary
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Book Four Autumn Poems I 434
Headnote: for the contest in fifteen hundred rounds.
The poem takes the moon's going with the daybreak. The headnote assigns it to the contest in fifteen hundred rounds.
The poet, given by his court title, is Minamoto no Michiteru, a son of the Inner Minister Minamoto no Michichika, who later rose to Chancellor. This is his fourth appearance in this book, after the four hundred and twelfth poem.
The time is daybreak in autumn; no place is given.
The occasion was submission to the contest.
The first line means: once again, on top of that, implying that the night before was the same.
The verb in the second line means to give another cause to expect something, used in the three hundred and seventy-fifth, seventy-sixth and four hundred and eighth poems of this book: as if to say, wait for the evening again. A quotative particle follows.
An exclamatory auxiliary in the third line marks the recognition that the day has broken.
The adjective in the fourth line means unconcerned, taking no notice, used of the moon in the two hundred and ninth, thirty-fifth and fifty-ninth poems of this book.
The poem closes on a noun. The moon does the same thing every night and only the watcher is kept waiting. Tadatsune's four hundred and twenty-first poem had the night break while he waited; this one carries the waiting over into the next day.
- Author
- Minamoto no Michiteru
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- The colours of fall grow strange to the garden hedge and further away and used to my arm, it stays the moonlight in my bedroom
- Is it autumn dew that settles so heavily on my sleeve, I ask through the long night, not sated the moon has taken lodging
- If it is common to wake in autumn and find the dew upon one then on whose sleeve besides mine is the moon that stays past dawn
- I cannot brush it away: no doubt the dew lies as thick as all that and does the moon lodge there too on a sleeve as small as this