
I should have gone to sleep without hesitating. Instead I waited for you, until at last I watched the moon sink in the west.
Akazome Emon was a lady-in-waiting poet, a contemporary of Murasaki Shikibu and Izumi Shikibu. She served Rinshi, wife of Fujiwara no Michinaga, and their daughter Shōshi — a first-rate woman of letters of her day. She was also known for her devoted marriage to the scholar Ōe no Masahira. What makes this poem interesting is that it is not actually about her own love. It is a "daiei" — a poem composed on someone else's behalf — written the next morning and sent off in place of her sister, who had been left waiting all night by Fujiwara no Michitaka after he said "I'll come" and never appeared. The elder sister put her younger sister's frustration into words in the finest possible form. Without once saying "I waited," she lets the position of the moon sinking in the west tell the whole length of the night — a poem in which Akazome Emon's intelligence shines, turning a reproach into beauty.
- A poem composed on another's behalf, in place of her sister, who was left waiting by Fujiwara no Michitaka. The elder sister put the younger's frustration into words in the finest possible form - The beauty of restraint: without once saying "I waited," the position of the sinking moon alone tells the length of the night - In "nenamashi mono o" (I should have simply gone to sleep) echoes the tradition of dream-love: "had I slept, I could have met you in a dream" - Akazome Emon was a lady-in-waiting poet, a contemporary of Murasaki Shikibu and Izumi Shikibu. Devoted wife of Ōe no Masahira. A woman of intellect and refinement
A message that says "be right there" — and then the screen stays dark. I should just sleep, but under the moonlight through the curtain I keep checking my phone — we laid this over the modern "night of waiting." A night when you delete the half-typed "still awake?" and bury your face in the pillow. In the Bridge we go inside the misu (bamboo blind), lit by moonlight alone. The curtain and the blind: on two windowsills a thousand years apart, the same moonlight falls. There was once someone who took a night of waiting for a man who never came, made it into a poem, and smiled. Then in the Final Chorus, this song flips the defeat of being stood up into a victory — "It was I who chose to wait, and that's all right. I watched the beauty of the sinking moon, your share as well as mine." The moon you missed by not coming — I watched it for you. The moment a reproach turns into a gift.
やすらはで(後拾遺集/赤染衛門・百人一首59番)Garu JP
「すぐ行くよ」って メッセージ
それきり画面は 暗いまま
先に寝てれば よかったのに
カーテン越しに 月あかり
待ってるなんて 認めたくなくて
「起きてただけ」と 言い訳してた
やすらはで 寝なましものを
さ夜ふけて ひとり
かたぶくまでの 月を見てた
来ないとわかって いたのなら
夢の中で 会えたのに
送りかけた 「まだ起きてる?」
消して枕に 顔をうずめる
怒ればいいのか 笑えばいいのか
月だけが 付き合ってくれた
恨んでるわけじゃ ないんだよ
ただ夜だけが 長すぎた
やすらはで 寝なましものを
さ夜ふけて まだ
かたぶくまでの 月を見てる
「おやすみ」さえ 来ないまま
西の空が 白んでいく
月あかりだけの 御簾の内で
同じ月を 見上げた人がいた
来ない人を 待った夜のことを
歌にして 笑ってみせた
やすらはで 寝なましものを さ夜ふけて
かたぶくまでの 月を見しかな
やすらはで 寝ないでいたのは
待つことを 選んだのは
私だった それでもいいの
傾く月の 美しさを
あなたの分まで 見ていたの
かたぶくまでの……
月を見しかな
Yasurawade (Goshui Wakashu / Hyakunin Isshu No.59) Garu JP
"Be right there," said your message
And since then the screen has stayed dark
I should have just gone to sleep
Moonlight seeps through the curtains
I didn't want to admit I was waiting
"I just happened to be up," I told myself
Without hesitating, I should have slept
The night deepens, and I'm alone
Watching the moon till it tilted low
If I had known you wouldn't come
I could have met you in my dreams
I almost sent "Are you still up?"
Deleted it, buried my face in the pillow
Should I be angry? Should I laugh?
Only the moon kept me company
It's not that I resent you
The night was simply far too long
Without hesitating, I should have slept
The night deepens, and still
I watch the moon tilting low
Not even a "good night" arrives
The western sky begins to pale
Behind a bamboo blind lit only by the moon
Someone gazed up at this same moon
And the night she spent waiting in vain
She turned into a poem, and smiled
Without hesitating I should have slept — the night deepened
And I watched the moon till it tilted low
Staying awake instead of sleeping
Choosing to wait for you
That was me — and that's all right
The beauty of the tilting moon
I watched it for your share as well
Till it tilted low...
I watched the moon