入日さす麓の尾花うちなびき
誰があき風に鶉鳴くらん
誰があき風に鶉鳴くらん
- Roma-ji
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Irihi sasu fumoto no obana uchinabiki taga akikaze ni uzura nakuran
- English Translation
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Pampas at the foot
of the hills in setting sun
bend and sway along—
in whose autumn weariness
does the quail cry out its call?
- Meaning
- The pampas grass at the foot of the hills bends in the light of the setting sun—in the autumn wind of whose waning love does the quail cry?
- Commentary
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Book Five Autumn Poems II 513
Headnote continued from the preceding poem: "At the Poetry Contest in 1,500 Rounds."
This is the second poem of the quail sequence. As the pampas grass at the foot of the hills sways in the setting sun, the poet wonders in whose autumn wind of weariness the quail is crying. The headnote continues from the preceding poem: it was composed for the Poetry Contest in 1,500 Rounds.
The author was a son of Palace Minister Minamoto no Michichika who later rose to Chancellor.
The scene is an autumn evening, in fields of pampas grass at the foot of the hills.
The direct occasion was the Poetry Contest in 1,500 Rounds, completed around 1202.
The first line, "irihi sasu," means "where the setting sun shines."
In the second line, "obana" are the plumes of pampas grass.
In the third line, "uchi" is a prefix; the pampas grass sways, letting the autumn wind of the fourth line be felt in advance.
In the fourth line, "aki" is a pivot word joining the season "autumn" with being "tired of" by someone: "in the autumn wind of whose weariness."
In the last line, "ran," the attributive of the conjectural "ramu," answers "taga," "whose." The quail's cry is heard as the lament of one abandoned by a lover grown weary. Taking up the tale behind 512—the woman who would become a quail crying on the moor—this poem sets the abandoned one's quail cry within a scene of sunset and pampas grass. Against the still, desolate village of 512, this is a moving scene of fields in the setting sun.
- Author
- Minamoto no Michiteru
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Waking in the night, even my sleeves feel the cold— on this autumn night the storm wind is blowing hard; the voice of the pine cricket
- Through the autumns passed, deep grow sorrow and the dew in Fukakusa— what comes calling at that home is only the quail, it seems
- Pillowed on the dew scattering so fleetingly, unable to rest, the quail is heard crying out— the mountain wind by my bed
- No one comes to call— with storm winds blowing harder, autumn has arrived, and the grass along the path lies buried in fallen leaves