I long for him most
during these long moonless nights.
I lie awake, hot,
the growing fires of passion
bursting in my heart.
Another translation by Kenneth Rexroth:
You do not come
On this moonless night.
I wake wanting you.
My breasts heave and blaze.
My heart burns up.
Another translation:
I would meet him
But there's no way, so on this moonless night
From my yearning the embers of my love
Send sparks leaping in my breast,
Setting my heart aflame.
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Different translation
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In the book written by Thomas Harris, 'Hannibal Rising' There is another translation of the poem. I long for him most No way to see him on this moonless night I lie awake longing, burning breasts racing fire, heart in flames Personally I prefer this translation as it is I think more powerful than the others... -
Awesome! Awesome! I am speechless. Excellently stated tanka. Perfect emotion of loneliness and longing and desire for love are penned down. Awesome pivot line - it has really balanced the upper and lower parts of the tanka incredibly. Each part, the upper part{Kaminshu} and the lower part{Shimonoku} stands so well on its own. I am amazed and now I do see the connection between me and this brilliant writer. {with reference to my tanka : Longing}
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The heat can be felt....and the longing. Excellent
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short and yet descriptive in a simple way.
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Yea. Me too. Those moonless nights reflect the emptiness in my own heart. Its easy to get lost there in the darkness.
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