月影にほのかに見ゆる花すすき風のたよりに結びつるかな
tsukikage ni honoka ni miyuru hanasusuki kaze no tayori ni musubitsuru kana | In the moonlight Faintly do I see Blossoming silver grass: A message from the breeze Does it entangle! |
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[i] Motozane-shū (61) with the headnote ‘Blossoming silver grass’ (hanasusuki 花薄).
Silver Grass
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おほかたののべよりまさる花すすき秋はてぬともうつらざらなん
ōkata no nobe yori masaru hanasusuki aki hatenu to mo utsurazaranan | All o’er The plains so fine is The blossoming silver grass— Even when autumn’s done ‘Twill not fade away. |
Yoshimochi
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Right (Win)
おもふことこめてはくるし花すすきほにいでていはんそよとこたへよ
omou koto komete wa kurushi hanasusuki ho ni idete iwan soyo to kotaeyo | All my thoughts Are filled with pain— O, blossoming silver grass, Burst into bud, and say, Rustling, ‘That’s how it is!’ in reply… |
Yugei
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Blossoming silver grass beckoning folk.[i]
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はなすすきまねくたもとのあまたあればゆきもやられずあきのののみち
hanasusuki maneku tamoto no amata areba yuki mo yararezu akino no michi | Of blossoming silver grass Beckoning sleeves Are there many, so I can go no further on The path across the autumn plains. |
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Right (Win)
はなすすきまねくたもとやたゆからんはかるのかぜにかへるひとなみ
hanasususki maneku tamoto ya tayukaran hakaru nokaze ni kaeru hito nami | Have the blossoming silver grass Sleeves their beckoning Ceased, perhaps? For with The deceitful breeze across the plains Returns not a single soul… |
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[i] 花薄招人
Silver grass.
しらつゆはむすびおけども花すすきまねくたもとはほころびにけり
shiratsyu wa musubi’okedomo hanasusuki maneku tamoto wa hokorobinikeri | Silver dewdrops Rest and scatter, yet The blossoming silver grass’ Beckoning sleeves Have all come undone. |
穂にいでぬもの思ふらししのすすき招くたもとの露しげくして
ho ni idenu mono’omourashi shinosusuki maneku tamoto no tsuyu shigekushite | Not yet bloomed So sunk in gloomy thought is A young stalk of silver grass, but Her beckoning sleeves Are washed with dew… |
Prince Niou
匂宮
Blossoming silver grass.
野べならばたびねしてまし花薄まねくたもとにこころとまりて
nobe naraba tabineshitemashi hanasusuki maneku tamoto ni kokoro tomarite | If I’m on the plains, then There I’d sleep upon my travels, for The blossoming silver grass’ Beckoning sleeves Do linger in my heart… |
Fujiwara no Takatō
藤原高遠
Composed in the Ninth Month, in the year I was twelve.
はなすすきまねくたもとはあまたあれど秋はとまらぬものにぞありける
hanasusuki maneku tamoto wa amata aredo aki wa tomaranu mono ni zo arikeru | Of blossoming silver grass Beckoning sleeves Are there many, yet Autumn I cannot hold Here at all. |
A poem by Her Majesty, the Senior Retired Empress.
波太須珠寸 尾花逆葺 黒木用 造有室者 迄万代
はだすすき尾花逆葺き黒木もち造れる室は万代までに
hadasusuki wobana sakapuki kuroki moti tukureru muro pa yoroduyo made ni | Still a’bud The silver grass, reverse-thatched, Upon the barken logs: Thus constructed is this hall, To stand until ten thousand ages pass! |
Empress Genshō
Original
ひとりぬるよをながづきのはなすすきそよともあきのかぜぞこたふる
hitori nuru yo o nagazuki no hanasusuki soyo to mo aki no kaze zo kotauru | Sleeping alone, How long the night in the Longest Month: The blossoming silver grass Whispers, ‘So it is,’ with the autumn Wind replying! |
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こたふともたのまざらなむはなすすきふくあきかぜのさだめなければ
kotau tomo tanomazaranamu hanasusuki fuku akikaze no sadame nakereba | It may reply, but I would not have you trust, for The blossoming silver grass Blowing in the autumn wind is Fickle, indeed… |
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そよとだにしりてこたふるかぜしあらばなにかながきよおもひわぶらん
soyo to dani shirite kotauru kaze shi araba nanika nagaki yo omoiwaburan | If, ‘So it is,’ You know and reply, O, wind, then Why, all the long night through Do my thoughts torment me so? |
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Original
ゆくあきをまねくをばなのたもとにはつゆもおきあへずのどけからねば
yuku aki o maneku obana no tamoto ni wa tsuyu mo oki’aezu nodokekaraneba | Departing autumn Beckoning, upon the silver grass Sleeves The dew cannot fall, For tranquil they are not… |
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まねくにしあきのとまらぬものならばをばなのそでやせばくなりなん
maneku ni shi aki no tomaranu mono naraba obana no sode ya sebaku narinan | They may beckon, but Autumn will not linger, So, The silver grass sleeves Narrow will become… |
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Right
まねけどもとまらぬあきをはなすすきほにいでてしかをなきてしたはむ
manekedomo tomaranu aki o hanasusuki ho ni idete shika o nakite shitawamu | They beckon, yet Autumn does not linger for The silver grass, Bursting into bloom, as the stags Cry out, as I would, too… |
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'Simply moving and elegant'