Immeasurable sadness
There was a falconer and hunter, named Sonjo, who lived in the district called Tamura-no-Go, of the province of Mutsu. One day he went out hunting, and could not find any game. But on his way home, at a place called Akanuma, he perceived a pair of oshidori (mandarin-ducks), swimming together in a river that he was about to cross. To kill oshidori is not good; but Sonjo happened to be very hungry, and he shot at the pair. His arrow pierced the male: the female escaped into the rushes of the further shore, and disappeared. Sonjo took the dead bird home, and cooked it.
That night he dreamed a dreary dream. It seemed to him that a beautiful woman came into his room, and stood by his pillow, and began to weep. So bitterly did she weep that Sonjo felt as if his heart were being torn out while he listened. And the woman cried to him: "Why, - oh! why did you kill him? - of what wrong was he guilty? ... At Akanuma we were so happy together, - and you killed him! What harm did he ever do you? Do you even know what you have done? - oh! do you know what a cruel, what a wicked thing you have done? Me too you have killed, - for I will not live without my husband! Only to tell you this I came." Then again she wept aloud, - so bitterly that the voice of her crying pierced into the marrow of the listener's bones; - and she sobbed out the words of this poem.
日暮るれば
さそひしものを
赤沼の
真菰がくれの
ひとり寝ぞ憂き
(Even though at twilight I called him to me! Oh, the bitter misery of sleeping alone, hidden in the tall rushes of Akanuma!)
And after having uttered these verses she exclaimed: - "Ah, you do not know - you cannot know what you have done! But tomorrow, when you go to Akanuma, you will see, - you will see..." So saying, and weeping very piteously, she went away.
When Sonjo awoke in the morning, this dream remained so vivid in his mind that he was greatly troubled. He remembered the words: - "But tomorrow, when you go to Akanuma, you will see, - you will see." And he resolved to go there at once, that he might learn whether his dream was anything more than a dream.
So he went to Akanuma; and there, when he came to the riverbank, he saw the female oshidori swimming alone. In the same moment the bird perceived Sonjo; but, instead of trying to escape, she swam straight towards him, looking at him the while in a strange fixed way. Then, with her beak, she suddenly tore open her own body, and died before the hunter's eyes...
Sonjo shaved his head, and became a priest.
This is a story called Oshidori, from Lafcadio Hearns Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things. The translation of the poem is my own, even though I'm not putting it forward as a better translation than any of the existing ones.
That night he dreamed a dreary dream. It seemed to him that a beautiful woman came into his room, and stood by his pillow, and began to weep. So bitterly did she weep that Sonjo felt as if his heart were being torn out while he listened. And the woman cried to him: "Why, - oh! why did you kill him? - of what wrong was he guilty? ... At Akanuma we were so happy together, - and you killed him! What harm did he ever do you? Do you even know what you have done? - oh! do you know what a cruel, what a wicked thing you have done? Me too you have killed, - for I will not live without my husband! Only to tell you this I came." Then again she wept aloud, - so bitterly that the voice of her crying pierced into the marrow of the listener's bones; - and she sobbed out the words of this poem.
日暮るれば
さそひしものを
赤沼の
真菰がくれの
ひとり寝ぞ憂き
(Even though at twilight I called him to me! Oh, the bitter misery of sleeping alone, hidden in the tall rushes of Akanuma!)
And after having uttered these verses she exclaimed: - "Ah, you do not know - you cannot know what you have done! But tomorrow, when you go to Akanuma, you will see, - you will see..." So saying, and weeping very piteously, she went away.
When Sonjo awoke in the morning, this dream remained so vivid in his mind that he was greatly troubled. He remembered the words: - "But tomorrow, when you go to Akanuma, you will see, - you will see." And he resolved to go there at once, that he might learn whether his dream was anything more than a dream.
So he went to Akanuma; and there, when he came to the riverbank, he saw the female oshidori swimming alone. In the same moment the bird perceived Sonjo; but, instead of trying to escape, she swam straight towards him, looking at him the while in a strange fixed way. Then, with her beak, she suddenly tore open her own body, and died before the hunter's eyes...
Sonjo shaved his head, and became a priest.
This is a story called Oshidori, from Lafcadio Hearns Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things. The translation of the poem is my own, even though I'm not putting it forward as a better translation than any of the existing ones.