衣打つね山の庵のしばしばも
知らぬ夢路に結ぶ手枕
知らぬ夢路に結ぶ手枕
- Roma-ji
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Koromo utsu neyama no io no shibashiba mo shiranu yumeji ni musubu tamakura
- English Translation
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Robes are beaten near
a hut on the mountain peak—
like its brushwood, oft
I know not the path of dreams
as I pillow on my arm
- Meaning
- In a hut on the mountain where robes are beaten, I lay my head on my arm, yet seldom find the path of dreams.
- Commentary
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Book Five Autumn Poems II 477
Headnote: "An autumn poem for the Poetry Contest in 1,500 Rounds."
This is the third poem of the fulling-block sequence. In a mountain hut where the sound of beating robes echoes, the speaker makes a pillow of the arm in search of a path of dreams seldom reached. According to the headnote, it was composed as an autumn poem for the Poetry Contest in 1,500 Rounds.
The author was a son of Fujiwara no Sanemune who later rose to Chancellor and founded the Saionji house.
The scene is an autumn night, in a mountain hut within hearing of beaten robes.
The direct occasion was the Poetry Contest in 1,500 Rounds, completed around 1202.
The first line, "koromo utsu," means beating robes, and through their "sound" (ne) it leads into "ne" in the second line.
In the second line, "ne" plays on the "sound" of beating and "ne," a peak, so that "neyama" means a mountain peak; "io" is a rough dwelling in the mountains.
The third line, "shibashiba mo," is drawn from the "brushwood" (shiba) of the hut into the homophonous "shibashiba," "often."
The fourth line, with "shibashiba mo," means "on a path of dreams I have seldom traveled," showing that the sound of beating rarely lets the speaker dream.
The last line, "musubu tamakura," is making a pillow of one's arm, and ends on a noun. The loneliness of seeking rare dreams in a mountain hut filled with the sound of beating is expressed by a technique that leads from word to word through sound—from "sound" to "peak," from "brushwood" to "often." Where 476 spoke of dreams left unfinished night after night, this poem says the speaker hardly knows the path of dreams at all, deepening the theme of sleep hindered by the fulling blocks.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Kintsune
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- The autumn wind now blows so it pierces my flesh— so it has become; is my love now pounding out the cloth of her humble robe?
- Pillowed on the sound of robes being beaten, here at Sugawara's Fushimi, how many nights have I left my dreams undone?
- The village lies waste— 'Is this not the moon of old?' even in reproach, who is beating robes among the rank-grown sedge of this place?
- Is it a pastime meant to tell me, 'Do not sleep— gaze on through the night'? the sound of hempen robes struck beneath the light of the moon