きりぎりす夜寒に秋のなるままに
弱るか声の遠ざかりゆく
弱るか声の遠ざかりゆく
- Roma-ji
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Kirigirisu yosamu ni aki no naru mama ni yowaru ka koe no tōzakari yuku
- English Translation
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The cricket's chirping
as autumn turns to the chill
of the nights draws on—
is it weakening? its voice
grows fainter, drifting away
- Meaning
- As autumn deepens into chilly nights, is the cricket growing weak? Its voice seems to be drifting farther away.
- Commentary
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Book Five Autumn Poems II 472
Headnote: "Topic unknown."
This is the first poem of the insect sequence. As the nights grow cold, the cricket seems to weaken, and its voice drifts farther away. The headnote gives no topic, and the circumstances of composition are not recorded.
The author's lay name was Satō Norikiyo; a guardsman of the North Office under Retired Emperor Toba, he took vows at twenty-three and traveled the provinces composing poems. His personal collection is the Sankashū.
The scene is a late-autumn night as the cold deepens, near a dwelling where crickets sing.
The direct occasion is not recorded.
The first line, "kirigirisu," is the insect now called the cricket (kōrogi). With the dew sequence ended, the poems turn to insects.
In the second line, "yosamu" is the chill felt at night as autumn deepens.
The third line, "naru mama ni," means "as it becomes," showing the passage of time. It is the same phrase as in 451, where, as the leaves fell, the deer's sounds came to be heard from deep within; here, as the cold grows, the insect's voice recedes, contrasting a sound drawing near with one fading away.
In the fourth line, "ka" is interrogative, guessing whether the insect has weakened; there is a pause here.
The last line means the voice gradually recedes. The insect does not actually move away; its thinning voice is heard as distance, and the loneliness of autumn's approaching end is expressed through that change in sound.
- Author
- Saigyō
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- On sleeves, the dew falls when one is lost in brooding, surely it settles, though it need not be the way of autumn alone to fall
- From the open fields seeking out the kin of dew it has come this way— on the sleeves of my own robe the autumn wind is blowing
- Crickets never tire through long nights that will not dawn in the old village— and to deepen my sorrow the wind in the pines blows too
- In a trackless yard, tangled in the sparse sedge grass, bound up, pent within— from the depths of the dewdrops the pine cricket's waiting voice