
Tell the people in the capital, O fishing boats, that I have rowed out across the wide sea toward its countless islands.
Ono no Takamura was a scholar and poet of the early Heian period. In Chinese verse and prose he was called "the Bai Juyi of Japan," one of the foremost intellects of his day. In 838 he was appointed vice-envoy to Tang China, but in protest at an unfair allocation of ships with the chief envoy, Fujiwara no Tsunetsugu, he refused to board. He then wrote a poem satirizing the whole affair, which so enraged Retired Emperor Saga that he was exiled to the island of Oki. This poem was composed as the ship carrying him into exile set sail. What is remarkable is that there is not a single tear or word of resentment in it. "Just tell them that I rowed out to sea; only that." A man putting out to sea as a convict entrusted to a fishing boat nothing but a single statement of fact. It is the pride of a man who does not regret the choice he made in carrying his protest through. Takamura was pardoned two years later, returned to the capital, and eventually rose to the rank of Councillor (Sangi). The rebel they called "the wild man" truly did come home with his head held high.
Although this is a poem of setting sail into exile as a convict, it contains not one tear or word of resentment. "Just tell the people of the capital that I rowed out; only that." What he entrusted to the fishing boat was a single statement of fact. It is the pride of a man who does not regret the choice he made in carrying his protest through. Takamura was pardoned two years later, returned to the capital, and eventually rose to the rank of Councillor.
We made the original poem's restraint, entrusting only the facts and leaving what one wants to say unsaid, the core of these lyrics. A morning of leaving a familiar city with a single suitcase. A resignation notice fudged with "for personal reasons," the bravado of "no need to see me off": this is not leaving in defeat, but a departure of one's own choosing. The chorus closes with "that alone is enough to tell you." You do not have to say you were crying; the single phrase "I rowed out" is enough. It is the same sparing pride Takamura entrusted to that fishing boat a thousand years ago. In the Bridge we meet Takamura himself, on the small boat, driven out of the capital. His voice was not tears but pride. And in the Final Chorus the song merges with Takamura's actual history: "I will surely return to that harbor." There really was a man who came home with his head held high. That is why this song is a cheer from a thousand years ago for everyone setting out.
わたの原 八十島かけて(古今集/参議篁・百人一首11番)Garu JP
スーツケース一つ 抱えて出た
住み慣れた街の 朝もやの中
「都合により」って 濁したけれど
負けて去るわけじゃ ないんだ
見送りは要らない そう言ったのに
プラットホームで 空を見上げた
わたの原 八十島かけて
漕ぎ出でぬと 人には告げよ
俺は行くよ 新しい海へ
泣いてたなんて 言わなくていい
ただ「漕ぎ出した」と 伝えてくれ
それだけで 伝わるから
車窓を流れる 知らない山
振り返る癖は 捨てておいた
戻れるかどうか わからないけど
帆を張る風は どこにでも吹く
陸の灯りが 遠ざかるほど
空の星は 増えていくんだ
わたの原 八十島かけて
漕ぎ出でぬと 人には告げよ
選んだ海の 広さも深さも
後悔にする つもりはない
「元気でやってる」と 伝えてくれ
それだけで 伝わるから
都を追われた 小舟の上で
同じ言葉を 託した人がいた
釣り舟に告げた その声は
涙じゃなくて 誇りだった
わたの原 八十島かけて 漕ぎ出でぬと
人には告げよ 海人の釣り舟
わたの原 八十島かけて
漕ぎ出した日を 忘れないよ
いつか この海の果てから
胸を張って 笑える日まで
風よ みんなに 伝えてくれ
必ず帰る あの港へ
人には告げよ……
海人の釣り舟
Wata no Hara (Kokin Wakashu / Hyakunin Isshu No.11) Garu JP
I left with just one suitcase in my arms
Through the morning mist of my hometown streets
"Due to circumstances," I left it vague
But I'm not leaving in defeat
"No need to see me off," I said
Yet on the platform, I looked up at the sky
Across the wide sea, toward countless islands
Tell them I have rowed out to the open sea
I'm on my way to a new ocean
No need to tell them I was crying
Just tell them "he set sail"
That alone will say it all
Unknown mountains streaming past the train window
I've thrown away my habit of looking back
I don't know if I can ever return
But winds that fill a sail blow everywhere
The farther the lights on shore recede
The more stars fill up the sky
Across the wide sea, toward countless islands
Tell them I have rowed out to the open sea
The width and depth of the sea I chose
I won't let them turn into regret
Just tell them "he's doing fine"
That alone will say it all
On a small boat, banished from the capital
Someone once entrusted these same words
The voice he gave to the fishing boats
Was not tears — it was pride
Across the wide sea, toward countless islands, I have rowed out
Tell the people so, o fishing boats
Across the wide sea, toward countless islands
I'll never forget the day I set sail
Someday, from the far end of this sea
Until the day I can smile with my head held high
O wind, tell them all for me
I will return to that harbor, I promise
Tell the people so...
O fishing boats of the sea