秋更けぬ鳴けや霜夜のきりぎりす
やや影寒し蓬生の月
やや影寒し蓬生の月
- Roma-ji
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Aki fukenu nake ya shimoyo no kirigirisu yaya kage samushi yomogifu no tsuki
- English Translation
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Autumn has grown late—
cry out, cricket, on this night
of hoary frost here;
slowly the light grows colder,
moon over the mugwort patch
- Meaning
- Autumn has grown late—cry out, cricket, on this frosty night. Little by little the light grows cold: the moon over the mugwort-choked garden.
- Commentary
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Book Five Autumn Poems II 517
Headnote: "As an autumn poem."
This is the third poem of the late-autumn sequence. Autumn has grown late: cry, cricket, on this frosty night; little by little the moonlight over the mugwort garden grows cold. According to the headnote, it was composed as an autumn poem.
The author was a son of Emperor Takakura who ruled as retired emperor after abdicating, established the Poetry Office, and ordered the compilation of the Shinkokinshū. Defeated in the Jōkyū War, he was exiled to the Oki Islands.
The scene is a frosty late-autumn night, in a neglected garden overgrown with mugwort.
The direct occasion was the composition of an autumn poem, though the headnote records neither setting nor year.
In the first line, "nu" is perfective: "autumn has grown late." The poem breaks here.
In the second line, "nake" is imperative and "ya" exclamatory: "cry out!" "Shimoyo" is a cold night of frost.
The third line, "kirigirisu," is the one addressed, and the poem breaks here. The next poem, 518, uses the same words in a different order: "kirigirisu naku ya shimoyo no."
In the fourth line, "yaya" means "gradually" and "kage" moonlight: the moonlight grows steadily colder. The poem breaks here.
The last line ends on a noun: the moon shining on a garden overgrown with mugwort. Breaking after the first, third, and fourth lines, the poem piles up short phrases—deepening autumn, a call to the cricket, cold moonlight—intensifying late-autumn loneliness. The mugwort garden recalls the quiet, overgrown garden of 467.
- Author
- Go-Toba In
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- No one comes to call— with storm winds blowing harder, autumn has arrived, and the grass along the path lies buried in fallen leaves
- Dew of changing hues settling on my sleeves in waves, strewn in disarray— withering from the tips now, autumn in the meadow fields
- Crickets cry nearby— on this frosty night, upon a cold, narrow mat spreading just one sleeve of robe, must I sleep here all alone?
- Waking in the night of the Long Month, and my bed is so very cold— on the wind that blows this dawn has the frost begun to fall?