須磨の浦に心をよせし舟人のやがて朽たせる袖を見せばや
| suma no ura ni kokoro o yoseshi funabito no yagate kutaseru sode o miseba ya | To the shore at Suma Drawn is the heart Of a fisher-girl, Ever since her rotted Sleeves to you she would show… |
Gosechi
Tag Archives: sode
Shunzei-kyō no musume-shū 39
五月雨れて浪よせまさる須磨の浦の藻塩にくたす蜑の袖かな
| samidarete nami yosemasaru suma no ura no moshio ni kutasu ama no sode kana | A summer shower On surging waves At the shore of Suma Where brineweed rots away The sleeves of fisherfolk! [i] |
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[i] See: During the reign of the Tamura Emperor, when he was confined to Suma in the province of Tsu for certain reasons, he sent this to someone in the capital.
わくらばにとふ人あらばすまの浦にもしほたれつつわぶとこたへよ
| wakuraba ni tou hito araba suma no ura ni moshio taretsutsu wabu to kotaeyo | If of me Folk should come enquiring, then as On the beach at Suma The brineweed ever drips, I suffer—answer that! |
Ariwara no Yukihira
Kokinshū XVIII: 962
And:
須磨の浦に心をよせし舟人のやがて朽たせる袖を見せばや
| suma no ura ni kokoro o yoseshi funabito no yagate kutaseru sode o miseba ya | To the shore at Suma Drawn is the heart Of a fisher-girl, Ever since her rotted Sleeves to you she would show… |
Gosechi
Genji monogatari 246
Shunzei-kyō no musume-shū 27
Lodging on a journey.
袖のうへになるるがほなるひかりかな月こそ旅の心しりけれ
| sode no ue ni narurugao naru hikari kana tsuki koso tabi no kokoro shirikere | Upon my sleeves Seeming to run with tears Does the light! Even the moon the journey’s Mood does know![i] |
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[i] An allusive variation on: Topic unknown. あひにあひて物思ふころのわが袖にやどる月さへぬるるかほなる ai ni aite / mono’omou koro no / wa ga sode ni / yadoru tsuki sae / nururu kao naru ‘So many times have we met; / In gloomy thought / Upon my sleeves / Where rests the moon / Even her face wet with tears.’ Ise (Kokinshū XV: 756)
Setsugyoku-shū 4529
Masa’ari-shū 545
Shunzei-kyō no musume-shū 14
なつ衣うすくや人の成りぬらんうつ蝉の音にぬるる袖かな
| natsugoromo usuku ya hito no narinuran utsusemi no oto ni nururu sode kana | Summer garb Scanty has he Become, perhaps? An abandoned cicada shell’s sound is Drenched sleeves![i] |
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[i] See: 空蝉の羽におく露の木がくれてしのびしのびにぬるる袖かな utsusemi no / ha ni oku tsuyu no / kogakurete / shinobishinobi ni / nururu sode kana ‘Upon an abandoned cicada shell’s / Wings fall dewdrops / Hidden ‘mongst the trees / Secretly, so secretly, / Drenched are my sleeves!’ Utsusemi (Genji monogatari 25)
Shunzei-kyō no musume-shū 13
Love
しらざりき結ばぬ水に影みても袖に雫のかかる物とは
| shirazariki musubanu mizu ni kage mitemo sode ni shizuku no kakaru mono to wa | I did not know: Even though in intangible waters I glimpsed your face, Upon my sleeves, droplets Still would cling…[i] |
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[i] An allusive variation on: Composed on the conception of love, when hundred poem sequences were presented during the reign of former Emperor Horikawa. おもひあまり人にとはばやみなせ川むすばぬ水に袖はぬるやと omoi’amari / hito ni towaba ya / minasegawa / musubanu mizu ni / sode wa nuru ya to ‘Love consumes me and so / I would ask her: / Do the ever dry Minase River’s / Intangible waters / Yet soak your sleeves?’ Major Counsellor Kinzane (Senzaishū XII: 704)
Genji monogatari 25
SZS XII: 704
Composed on the conception of love, when hundred poem sequences were presented during the reign of former Emperor Horikawa.
おもひあまり人にとはばやみなせ川むすばぬ水に袖はぬるやと
| omoFi’amari Fito ni toFaba ya minasegaFa musubanu midu ni sode Fa nuru ya to | Love consumes me and so I would ask her: Do the ever dry Minase River’s Intangible waters Yet soak your sleeves? |
Major Counsellor Kinzane
Sengohyakuban uta’awase 715
Left (Tie)
あきの夜は雲もこころやありあけのかたぶくまでもすめる月かな
| aki no yo wa kumo mo kokoro ya ariake no katabuku made mo sumeru tsuki kana | On an autumn night Do the clouds, too, have feelings? Until at dawn Sets The moon, so clear? |
Lord Takanobu
1427
Right
月見ばとたのめかおきし人はこであさぢが露にまつむしぞなく
| tsuki miba to tanome’okishi hito wa kode asaji ga tsuyu ni matsumushi zo naku | ‘When we see the moon…’ Did he promise, before, but That man has failed to come, and From the dewy cogon grass The pine crickets cry! |
Lord Ietaka
1428
Judgement:
日かずへぬとやまのつゆにしをるそできつつなれこしから衣かは
| hikazu henu toyama no tsuyu ni shioru sode kitsutsunarekoshi karakoromo ka wa | Days have passed, and The familiar mountains’ dew Weighs down my sleeves, So used am I to wearing A Cathay robe, no doubt! |
