幽かなる雲をまとひて かりほの田にかげさす月の奇しき優しさ
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the moon, shrouded
in faint ethereal clouds, shines
on harvested rice fields
and my hermit space
in wondrous tenderness
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( C)2025 Rika Inami 稲美里佳
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<短歌日記/ Tanka
Diary From Oct. 8th. 2025>
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一昨日、10月6日は仲秋の月を観賞しました。今年の仲秋の月は満月の前の小望月になります。天気予報では晴れることになっていましたので、私はさぞや煌煌とかがやくお月様を拝めることができるにちがいないと期待していました。
が、天気予報は外れ、あいにく日中から曇りがちでそれが夜まで続いていました。半ばあきらめ、それでいて晴れてくればいいなと願いつつ―ええ、雲間を西へとわたるお月様もとても美しいものです。それに、お月様の光は強く、雲を蹴散らしてしまうかもしれません。
お供えは芋名月でもありますので、サツマイモを用意し、御神酒、家裏でとってきた芒でした。私はそれを昇ってくるお月様がよく見える方角の二階の東側の部屋に準備しました。午後６時頃お供えをしましたが、案の定、お月様は雲に隠れて見えませんでした。が、諦めかけていた午後９時頃、ふと夜空を見ましたら、お月様が見えるではありませんか。薄い雲をヴェールのように纏い、朧ではありましたが、その風情がなんとも優しく、私にはまるで、稲刈り後の、春の田植えから収穫という生成の営みを経た田んぼに、労わりのお声をかけているように見えたのでした。
The day before yesterday, on October 6th, I enjoyed viewing the Mid-Autumn
Moon. This year's Mid-Autumn Moon is the small moon just before the full one.
The weather forecast predicted clear skies, so I was hopeful that I see a
dazzling, radiant moon.
However, the forecast was wrong. Unfortunately, the sky remained cloudy
throughout day into the night. Half-resigned, yet, still wishing for a break in
the clouds―after all, the moon passing westward through the
clouds is beautiful in its own way. Besides,the moon’s light is strong enough
to scatter the clouds away.
Since it was also the Sweet Potato Moon, I prepared offerings: sweet
potatoes, sacred sake, and pampas grasses picked from behind my house. I placed
them in a room on the east side of the second floor, where I could see the
rising moon clearly. Around 6:00 PM, I made the offerings, but as I feared, the
moon was hidden behind the clouds. Yet, around 9pm, when I was about to give
up, I happened to look up and saw it―the
moon.
Veiled in thin clouds, it appeared hazy, but tender, as if whispering
words of gratitude to the rice fields that had completed their cycle of life―from the planting in spring to the harvest.
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( C)2025 Rika Inami 稲美里佳
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――Gratitude for your reply and support ――
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Translation of Rika's tanka into French
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La lune voilée
au dessus des rizières
qui sont moissonnées
et mon hermitage
éclairé à la douceur.
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translated by (C )清水光春
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Shinryo ya-
nel silenzio notturno
che ci accarezza
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(C )Emilea Merenda
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新涼やわれらをつつむ静寂（しじま）の夜
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Thanslated into Japanese by Rika Inami
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Rika Inami, thank you so much for sharing! Such poetic, romantic, etherealised tenderness is expressed in your lines! Instantly sublime, said in simple words! I feel grateful to read your thoughts! So sorry that we do not know each other in person, could be real friends! As per William Shakespeare: " Brevity is the soul of wit"!: Such a great truth! You obviously have the same values, as you cherish tanka poetry for its brevity! Thank you for sharing! May these autumn months bring you satisfaction and joy!Sending you kindest regards!
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Ms Antoaneta Pateva's detailed comment
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supermoon is grand!
the rice field glow
from closeness
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(C)Dennis Gobou
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Night always has a way of offering a silence that the day can never hold.
Reading Rika-sama’s tanka about the Mid-Autumn Moon, I felt as if I were sitting by the window as well, waiting for a light long hidden by the clouds.
Her words reminded me that the sky is not only a space for the eyes, but also a space for the heart—a place where humans entrust their hopes, their prayers, and even their unease.
I, too, have known nights that seemed almost wasted, looking up at a heavy sky and feeling as though no light would ever visit. Yet, as she described, it is precisely through the thin veil of clouds that the moon finds its new face: dim, gentle, and full of understanding.
The moon is no longer just a celestial body, but a companion that bows down, as if to soothe weary souls.
Reading her diary entry, I was reminded that literacy is not only about the words we write, but also about the inner resonance left within the reader.
Each sentence felt like a doorway, leading me away from the noise of the digital world into a quiet field lit softly by the moon.
And there, I realized: beauty is often born of imperfection.
A moon softened by clouds can touch the heart more deeply than one shining in perfect fullness.
薄雲に
光をゆだね
よりそう月
こころの田にも
静けさ満ちる
Through the thin clouds,
the moon leans in with its light—
gently, tenderly.
Even in my heart’s field,
a hush of peace ripens.
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Nidzamul Mathari's detailed comment and his reply tanka written in both languages, Japanese and English.
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(C )Nidzamul Mathari
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稲穂なき街の明月眺めつつ月見団子を食す夜かな
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( C)岡本信一
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Best Wishes!
