あはれなり我が身の果てや浅緑
つひには野辺の霞と思へば
つひには野辺の霞と思へば
- Roma-ji
-
Aware nari waga mi no hate ya asamidori tsui ni wa nobe no kasumi to omoeba
- English Translation
-
How sorrowful it is—
the end that awaits my life:
pale green in the haze,
at last upon the meadow
I shall become that mist.
- Meaning
- How sorrowful it is, the end that awaits me—when I think that at last I shall become the pale green haze that trails across the meadow.
- Commentary
-
Book Eight Lament Poems 758
Headnote continued from the preceding poem: "Topic unknown."
This is the second poem of the sequence on impermanence. It laments that one's own end will be, at last, to become the pale green haze trailing over the meadow. As with the preceding poem, the headnote gives no topic, and the circumstances of composition are not recorded.
The author was a poet of the early Heian period, one of the Six Poetic Immortals and one of the Thirty-Six Poetic Immortals.
The scene is spring, when haze trails across the land, set on an open meadow.
The direct occasion is not recorded.
The poem appears in her personal collection, the Komachishū.
The first line, "aware nari," states the lament outright, with a pause after the first line. What is sorrowful is revealed only in the lines that follow.
In the second line, "waga mi no hate ya," "hate" is the end of life. "Ya" is exclamatory, fixing the lament upon the poet's own end.
The third line, "asamidori," names the pale green of the haze. It modifies "the haze of the meadow" in the fourth and last lines, adding the faint color of a spring field.
In the fourth line, "tsui ni wa nobe no," "tsui ni wa" means "in the end." "Nobe," the meadow, evokes the open field used for cremation.
The last line, "kasumi to omoeba," captures cremation smoke blending into the spring haze as one's own body turning into haze. "Omoeba," a conditional form with "ba," gives the reason and circles back to "aware nari" in the first line in an inverted structure. Where the preceding poem looked broadly at the order of human deaths through dew and drops, this poem turns to the end of one's own single life. In 766 and 767 of this book as well, haze is sung together with the smoke that sends off the dead.
- Author
- Ono no Komachi
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
-
- Ever green and firm, the water of Matsui's spring scooped up in my hands— in every drop that falls from them a thousand ages appear.
- Dew on the leaf tips, droplets falling at the roots— are these, in this world, the pattern of those left behind and those who go on before?
- Cherry blossoms fall— it has come to spring's last days, and I never knew, lost in long rains without a break, lost in my brooding gaze.
- Robes dyed ink-black, yet in this sorrowful world blossoms at their height— forgetting the time of year, I broke a branch after all.