故郷に衣打つとは行く雁や
旅の空にも鳴きて告ぐらん
旅の空にも鳴きて告ぐらん
- Roma-ji
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Furusato ni koromo utsu to wa yuku kari ya tabi no sora ni mo nakite tsuguran
- English Translation
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That in my old home
they are beating robes, perhaps
the wild geese in flight
cry out across the far sky
telling it to one who roams
- Meaning
- Do the wild geese passing overhead cry out even to one beneath a traveler's sky, telling him that robes are being beaten at home?
- Commentary
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Book Five Autumn Poems II 481
Headnote: "Composed on fulling cloth."
This is the seventh poem of the fulling-block sequence. The poet wonders whether the passing wild geese cry out to a traveler under a distant sky that robes are being beaten at home. According to the headnote, it was composed on the topic "fulling cloth."
The author was a son of Minamoto no Michikata who rose to Major Counselor and died at his post as Supernumerary Governor-General of Dazaifu. He excelled in Chinese verse, waka, and music.
The scene is autumn as the wild geese migrate, beneath a traveler's sky and at the home where robes are beaten.
The direct occasion was the topic "fulling cloth."
From the Chinese tale of Su Wu, who sent a letter tied to a wild goose's leg, geese are sung of as messengers carrying word to people far away.
In the first line, "furusato" is the home the traveler has left behind.
The second line means "that robes are being beaten," setting out in advance, by inversion, what is "told" in the last line.
In the third line, the interrogative "ya" is bound to "ran" in the last line. The geese, seen as messengers, are cast as envoys from home to the traveler.
In the fourth line, "mo" implies "to the traveler's sky too, not only at home."
In the last line, "ran" is the attributive of the conjectural "ramu." From the traveler's side, the poem thinks of the household beating robes at home and entrusts that news to the cry of the geese. Like 475, which imagined a distant wife fulling cloth, it thinks of the beater from afar; the next poem, 482, also sets wild geese in the scene but depicts the one who waits beating the robes, so the two form a pair of the awaited and the waiting.
- Author
- Minamoto no Tsunenobu
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- 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
- Wanting to forget even that it's autumn now as I watch the moon, how perversely at this hour someone beats upon their robes
- Wild geese cry above, and the wind blows cold, so cold— my fine Chinese robe, longing for you, I can't wait— no night passes unbeaten
- From fair Yoshino the autumn wind on the hills as the night grows late— cold in the old village now, someone beats robes, I can hear