白波に羽うちかはし浜千鳥
悲しき声は夜の一声
悲しき声は夜の一声
- Roma-ji
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Shiranami ni hane uchikawashi hamachidori kanashiki koe wa yoru no hitokoe
- English Translation
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Over the white waves
wing brushing wing they fly,
the plovers of the beach;
the cry that sounds most sorrowful
is the single cry at night
- Meaning
- The beach plovers fly wing to wing over the white waves, but the cry that sounds most sorrowful is the single call heard in the night.
- Commentary
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Book Six Winter Poems 644
Headnote: "Topic unknown."
This is the fourth poem of the plover sequence. The beach plovers fly wing to wing over the white waves, but what sounds sorrowful is the single cry in the night. The headnote gives no topic, and the circumstances of composition are not recorded.
The author, "Shigeyuki," is Minamoto no Shigeyuki. Of the Seiwa Genji line, he is one of the Thirty-Six Poetic Immortals. In his later years he went down to Mutsu in the service of the governor Fujiwara no Sanekata and died there.
The scene is night, and the place is a beach where white waves break.
The direct occasion is not recorded.
The first line, "shiranami ni," means "over the white waves."
The second line, "hane uchikawashi," means "brushing wings together," describing plovers flying in a flock.
The third line, "hamachidori," refers to plovers that live on the beach.
The fourth line, "kanashiki koe wa," means "the cry that sounds sorrowful."
The last line, "yoru no hitokoe," closes on a noun, naming a single cry heard at night. Having shown the flock brushing wings over the waves, the poem says that what rings sorrowful is a lone cry in the darkness of night, setting the flock against the single cry. From plovers of river shallows and rivers in the poems before, it moves to plovers of the beach, and the next poem, 645, likewise sings of plovers crossing the sea.
- Author
- Minamoto no Shigeyuki
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- The way ahead of me, though the night has grown late, the Saho river shallows where the plovers are crying are hard to pass by
- When evening comes, the sea wind blowing over, in far Michinoku at the Jewel River of Noda the plovers are crying
- In the evening calm plovers crossing the strait have vanished into the clouds above the islet seen between the waves
- In the wind off the bay on the beach of Fukiage the beach plovers— the waves must be rising in, for they cry at midnight