皆人の知り顔にして知らぬかな
必ず死ぬるならひありとは
必ず死ぬるならひありとは
- Roma-ji
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Mina hito no shirigao ni shite shiranu kana kanarazu shinuru narai ari to wa
- English Translation
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All people alike
wear a knowing look, and yet
they do not know—
that for all there is the law
that we must surely die.
- Meaning
- All people wear a knowing look, yet they do not truly know that there is a law by which we all must surely die.
- Commentary
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Book Eight Lament Poems 832
Headnote continued from the preceding poem: "On the heart of impermanence."
This is the second poem of the sequence on the heart of impermanence. It says that all people wear a knowing look yet do not know that there is a law by which all must die. The headnote continues from the preceding poem, a composition on "the heart of impermanence."
The son of Chancellor Fujiwara no Tadamichi, the author served four times as head of the Tendai school and wrote the history Gukanshō.
The scene and place are not recorded.
The direct occasion is composing on the topic "the heart of impermanence."
The first line, "mina hito no," means "all people."
In the second line, "shirigao ni shite," "shirigao" is a knowing look.
In the third line, "shiranu kana," "kana" is exclamatory, meaning "they do not know." Setting "shiri," knowing, in the second line against "shira," not knowing, in the third, it shows the gap between seeming to know and truly not knowing. The poem pauses after the third line.
The fourth line, "kanarazu shinuru," means "surely die."
In the last line, "narai ari to wa," "narai" is the law or way of the world. With "to wa," the content of "shiranu" in the third line is placed at the end through inversion. Everyone knows as a matter of knowledge that all must die, yet does not know it as their own. Taking up the preceding poem, 831, which sang of people passing their days without knowing the next life, this poem sings of people who do not know the very law of death. The next poem, 833, belongs to the same sequence.
- Author
- Jien
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- This world of ours— what I have seen and heard is all so fleeting, nothing but the smoke in the empty sky, I find.
- When to lament, when to think upon it, then, if not now, that people pass their days without a thought of the world that is to come?
- "The one I saw only yesterday—what now?" I wake with a start, yet still I find myself in the dream of the long night.
- On the weedy moor when will it come to settle, this dewdrop self? The dusk of this very day, or tomorrow's break of dawn?