308 永訣の朝 宮澤賢治の詩を題材にしたピアノ曲 "Morning of Final Farewell"

[shinga1012]

詩の最後、おかしくないですか？

「天上のアイスクリーム」って？

たしか「とそつの天の食に変わって」

だと思うのですが・・・

[musica0806]

ありがとうございます！

仰る通りですね。

どうして変わってしまっていたんだろう・・・。

修正させて頂きました。

[nekotennperu]

「わたくしのすべてのさいわいをかけて」

重い言葉ですね

[musica0806]

賢治は銀河鉄道の夜のなかでも、同じような言葉を書いていますね­。そういうふうに一心に誰かのことを思えるという純粋さ、切なく­もあり、憧れもします。

[musica0806]

Morning of Final Farewell

By Kenji Miyazawa

My little sister,

About to depart to a place far beyond before the day is out.

The sleet has fallen outside, and it's oddly bright.

(Gemme some ameyuju willyoo Kenj'ya.

From the clouds of pale-red, that is all the more bleak,

The sleet comes a-dripping and a-drizzling down

(Gemme me some ameyuju willyoo Kenj'ya.）

[musica0806]

Gathering the sleet snow for you to nibble on,

Inside two chipped porcelain bowls with

The junsai[water-shield]2 plant painted blue,

I, like a stray bullet,

Darted out into the dark of the [falling] sleet.

(Gemme me some ameyuju willyoo Kenj'ya.）

[musica0806]

From the bismuth-colored dark clouds,

The sleet comes a-dripping and a-drizzling down.

Oh Toshiko,

At a time like this,

When you're on the brink of death,

You have asked me for a scoop-full of refreshing snow,

Thank you, my little sister, so giving and brave,

I too will continue ahead straight onward.

(Gemme some ameyuju willyoo, Kenj'ya）

[musica0806]

In between the oh-so violent fevers and gasping,

You asked me to get

The last bowl-ful of snow, descended from the skies,

The realm of galaxies and suns and atmospheres...

.. Upon two quarry-blocks of granite,

where the sleet are lonesomely deposited,

I perched upon them precariously.

[musica0806]

And from the glistening pine-boughs

Filled with cold transparent beads that maintain

The hoar-white, two-phase equilibria betwixt snow and water,

I shall take away the last food for my little sister.

The indigo-colored patterns on the familiar bowls that

We grew up with,

You'll be parted from them too, after today.

(Ora Orade Shitori egumo

[I'll just go off on my own I will])

[musica0806]

It's true, you really are departing from us today,

Oh, within the enclosure of the patient's room,

On the other side of the dark folding-screen and mosquito nets,

You are burning away with pale blue light,

My little sister, so brave.

This snow is so awfully pure-white, wherever you might choose.

From those frightful, roiling skies,

This beautiful snow has come.

[musica0806]

(I'm gonna be born again, and next time, I'll make sure everything won't be so bad I hurt so muuuch all the time.)

[musica0806]

To those two bowl-fuls of snow you're eating,

I will now pray, from my heart.

Oh may this [snow] now turn into a heavenly ice cream

Providing you and everyone holy sustenance.

This I pray with all the ability I can muster.