吹き迷ふ雲居を渡る初雁の
翼にならす四方の秋風
翼にならす四方の秋風
- Roma-ji
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Fukimayou kumoi o wataru hatsukari no tsubasa ni narasu yomo no akikaze
- English Translation
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Through the gusting sky
where the winds blow every way
the first geese fly on—
on their wings they make it sound,
the autumn wind from all sides
- Meaning
- Crossing a sky where the winds blow wildly, the first wild geese make the autumn wind from every quarter sound against their wings.
- Commentary
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Book Five Autumn Poems II 505
Headnote continued from the preceding poem: "Topic unknown."
This is the ninth poem of the wild goose sequence. The first geese cross a sky of wildly blowing wind, and the autumn wind from all sides sounds against their wings. The headnote, continued from the preceding poem, gives no topic, and the circumstances of composition are not recorded.
The author was actually Fujiwara no Shunzei's granddaughter and became his adopted daughter; she was a lady-in-waiting and poet in the service of Retired Emperor Go-Toba.
The scene is autumn as the first geese arrive, beneath a sky of wildly blowing wind.
The direct occasion is not recorded.
The first line, "fukimayou," means the wind blows wildly in no fixed direction.
In the second line, "kumoi" is the sky: "crossing the sky."
The third line, "hatsukari no," means "of the first geese," which appear again after 499 and 501.
In the fourth line, "narasu" means to make sound, describing the autumn wind sounding against the geese's wings.
The last line ends on a noun: the autumn wind from all directions. The wildly blowing wind is caught as sound gathering on the wings of the first geese, uniting the breadth of their sky with the force of the wind. In 504 the geese's wing-wind swept away the clouds; here the autumn wind sounds against the geese's wings, reversing which acts on which. It shares "wings" and "autumn wind" with the next poem, 506.
- Author
- The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Over Mount Ōe the setting moon's light shines cold, and down to the fields of Toba they descend now— the voices of the wild geese
- Have the gathered clouds been cleared by the wind of wings of the passing geese? in the sky where I hear them the moonlight shines crystal clear
- Bearing on their wings the peak's clouds that autumn wind swirls about my sleeves, the wild geese too, as I go, can be heard crying above
- On chrysanthemums by the hedge that wait for frost, in the early night a color seems to settle— the moon on the mountain's rim