スーパーマン
『スーパーマンその他大勢』より
谷川俊太郎
スーパーマンは駅前の本屋さんで
スーパーマンの漫画を五さつ買いました
自分のことがのっているので嬉しくて
少しだけ空を飛んでみました
それからマクドナルドへ寄って
天ぷらうどんを注文したのですが
みんながげらげら笑うので困ってしまって
笑わない悪漢を探しに出かけます
スーパーマンには実は恋人がいるのです
恋人は紫色の仔豚と同棲しています
Superman
From "Superman and many others"
Shuntaro Tanikawa
(trans. by Naoko Ishikura)
In a bookstore across from the station
Superman bought five Superman comic books
He was happy to see himself appearing in the comic books
And he flew in the air just a little
Then he dropped into a McDonald's and
Ordered some tempura udon
He didn't know what to do because everyone giggled
So he decides to go in search of a villain that doesn't laugh
Superman actually has a lover
She lives together with a purple piglet
お坊さん
『スーパーマンその他大勢』より
谷川俊太郎
お坊さんはとてもとても困っています
三年前に酔っぱらって階段から落ちて死んだ
落語家の友だちが夜中に電話をかけてきて
＜極楽はつまんねえ所だよウ＞と言うのです
＜蓮の花なんてプラスチックでよウ
観音さまはむっつりしてるし
地獄のほうへ引っ越せねえかなア＞
一所懸命お経をあげるのですが
落語家の友だちは毎晩電話をかけてくるのです
お坊さんはヤケ酒を飲み始めています
The Monk
From "Superman and many others"
Shuntaro Tanikawa
(trans. by Naoko Ishikura)
The monk is in big, big trouble
A rakugo storyteller friend
Who drunkenly stumbled down the stairs and died three years ago
Makes a phone call to the monk in the middle of the night and says
"The Buddhist paradise is a damn boring place"
"The lotus flowers are made of plastic
And Boddhisattva is in a foul mood
I wonder if I could move to hell"
The monk recites the sutras with all his might
But the rakugo story teller friend keeps calling the monk every night
The monk starts to drown his sorrows in drink
お医者さま
『スーパーマンその他大勢』より
谷川俊太郎
お医者さまは病気をみつけるのが趣味です
というのも近ごろでは何故か
病気になりたがっている人が多いからです
どこも悪くなくてぴんぴんしているのは
鈍感みたいで恥ずかしいという銀行員に
桃色と黄色と透明な薬をあげます
ひとつも病気がないというのも病気の一種だと
お医者さまは分かりやすく説明してくれます
お医者さま自身ももちろん病気です
なおらないように毎日湿布をしています
The Doctor
from "Superman and many others"
Shuntaro Tanikawa
(trans. by Naoko Ishikura)
The doctor's hobby is to find diseases
Because for some reason these days
There are many people who wish to get sick
The Doctor gives pink, yellow, and transparent medicine
To the bank clerk who thinks being brimming over with health and vitality
Is embarrassing and seemingly insensitive
The doctor explains in a way that's easy to understand
That the lack of disease is also a kind of disease
Of course the doctor himself is sick
He applies a wet compress every day so that it does not heal
果物屋さん
『スーパーマンその他大勢』より
谷川俊太郎
果物屋さんは夜になると電話をかけます
もちろん果樹園の主人にかけるのです
でも果物の話はほとんどしません
ふたりは最近読んだ本の話をします
果物屋さんはこのところSFに凝っています
どうして他の星の生物が人間の言葉を喋るのか
それが果物屋さんにはどうも腑に落ちません
一言も分からなくていいから
宇宙人の喋る言葉をこの耳で聞きたいと言うと
果樹園の主人は何故か黙り込んでしまいます
The Fruit-shop owner
From "Superman and many others"
Shuntaro Tanikawa
(trans. by Naoko Ishikura)
When night falls, the fruit-shop owner makes a phone call
Of course he calls the owner of an orchard
But they hardly talk about fruits
The two men talk about books they read recently
Lately the fruit-shop owner is hooked on science fiction
It doesn't quite make sense to him
Why organisms from other planets speak human languages
Even if he doesn't understand a word
He wants to hear the language spoken by aliens firsthand
As he says so, the orchard owner lapses into silence for some reason
花屋さん
谷川俊太郎
『スーパーマンその他大勢』より
花屋さんではピストルも売っている
そんなおそろしい話を耳にしました
噂の出所はどうやらパン屋さんらしいのです
パン屋さんの次男坊はふた月ほど前
花屋さんの一人娘にふられたのだそうです
だからあることないこと触れ廻るんだと
酒屋さんのアルバイトの大学生は言います
彼もどうやら花屋さんの娘が好きらしいと
そう言ったのは本屋さんと婆さまです
この婆さまは昔テニスの選手でした
Florist
from "Superman and many others"
Shuntaro Tanikawa
(trans. by Naoko Ishikura)
The florist sells pistols also
I heard such a terrifying story
It seems like the source of the rumor originated from the bakery
Two months ago, the second son of the baker
Was dumped by the florist's only daughter
So he goes around and tells a mass of lies
Says a college student who's a part-timer at the liquor shop,
He also seems smitten with the florist's daughter
Says a grandma of the bookstore
This grandma was a tennis player a long time ago
Mike left for India on Sunday. He'll tour 5 cities, attending conferences and giving talks there for two weeks. Yesterday was my first day alone in Tokyo after he left. Massive typhoon travelled across Japan, and it was a holiday here, so pretty much everyone in Japan stayed in, watching news and typhoon updates on TV all day, or doing what not around the house. I spent my day working on the English translation of another poem by Tanikawa. I even took a nap and made dinner for myself. I didn't see or talk with anyone, but it was fine. It was a typhoon day, so for most of the people in Japan, it was a perfect day to be less sociable than usual without feeling guilty anyway (plus Japanese people aren't the most sociable or friendliest people in the world to begin with!).
Today was different. When I woke up, I opened the window and saw an "old-fashioned" blue sky spreading out before me. The air was crisp and cicadas were gone. It was suddenly autumn outside. I made breakfast and took a shower. I called my hair salon back in Matsumoto to make an appointment but she didn't pick up the phone. My hair is getting *out of control*, unlike the situation in Fukushima. I desperately need a haircut.
I packed my computer and dashed out of the apartment to go to a cafe. I walked thru Shinjuku Central Park. The cats were in the usual spots. The sun was out and shining but it wasn't the same sun from yesterday. The summer is over. I felt it on my skin.
I went to Starbucks across the street from the Tokyo Metropolitan Government office building. I like going there. There is a nice study desk where I can somehow concentrate well. The crowds there are usually decent kinds, businesspersons working, older people reading or studying, and I don't usually have to bear youngsters' nonsense chit-chats. I ordered a latte, emailed a couple of people and worked on a new translation. The AC air was blowing directly at me and I wrapped my polkadot scarf around my neck but I was getting too cold at the end, so I decided to leave. It was close to 5pm anyway.
On my way back, I looked for my favorite cat in the park, Non-chan. She was surrounded by young girls, lying on her back and letting them do whatever when I walked by earlier. This time, I found her situated in her favorite spot; right next to her master. She is owned by a homeless guy who lives in a little shack near the smoking area in the park. When I found her sitting next to her favorite person, and looking more content than ever, I decided to leave her alone and turn around, but the homeless guy saw me and waved and said, "Come, come! She is here!" I smiled shyly, thought about it for a moment and decided to greet with her and her owner. While I was petting her, the homeless guy said to me, "If you want her, you can take her home anytime." I smiled and said "Oh I wish I could..." He talked with me for a while, introduced me to his friend who was sitting next to him and said, "This young lady always comes to see my cat." He seemed a bit proud saying that, but maybe it was just my imagination.
As I was walking back home, I realized that the homeless guy was the only person that I had a conversation with today, or even yesterday. Should I feel sad about it? I don't know, but it made me smile for some reason. I realized another thing. I hadn't smiled all day today until then. You never know who can put a smile on your face. Until today, I didn't know that typhoon could actually chase the summer away and bring autumn, either. I sure learn every day. I keep on swimming.
The Poet’s tombstone
Shuntaro Tanikawa
(trans. by Naoko Ishikura)
Somewhere there was once a young man
Living and writing poetry
When someone got married, he would write a celebratory poem
When someone died, he would write a poem to carve into the tombstone
In return for the poems, people brought him various things
Someone brought him a basket full of eggs
Someone brought him a hand-sewn shirt
Someone poor just cleaned his room for him
The man was pleased with whatever he was given
To an old lady who gave him a gold ring
To a little girl who gave him a paper doll she made herself
He said thank-you, without discriminating
Of course the man had a name, but
Nobody called him by his name; they called him The Poet
At first he seemed embarrassed by that, but
He got used to it at some point
Hearing of his reputation, orders came from far away
Cat lovers ordered cat poems
Gluttons ordered food poems, and
Lovers ordered love poems
The man didn't refuse any orders no matter how difficult
He would sit in front of an old, rickety desk
And stare blankly into the air for a while
Then before he knew it, a poem would be finished
His poems were loved by everyone
Poems that compelled people to cry loudly
Poems that drove people to laugh so hard that it made their sides ache
Poems that made them go into deep thought in spite of themselves
People asked the man many things
"What should I do to write like you?"
"What should I study to become a poet?"
"Where do such beautiful words come from?"
But the man didn't reply
Even if he wanted to, he couldn't
"I don't know either" was all he had to say
People said he is a nice fellow
One day a girl came to visit the man
After reading his poems, she felt like meeting him
He fell in love with the girl at first sight
And deftly wrote off a poem and dedicated it to her
When the girl read it, she became overcome by a feeling that she couldn't explain
Didn't know whether she was sad or happy
Wanted to tear off stars from the night sky by hand
Wanted to go back to the time before birth
These are not the feelings of a human
She thought, if not the feelings of a god, these are the feelings of a devil
The man kissed the girl like a breeze
She didn't know whether she liked him, or instead liked his poetry
From that day on, the girl came to live with the man
When she made breakfast, he wrote a poem about breakfast
When she picked wild berries, he wrote a poem about wild berries
When she took off her clothes, he wrote of the beauty in a poem
The girl was proud of the man for being a poet
Rather than plowing fields or making machines
Rather than selling jewelry or being a king
Writing poems was more wonderful, she thought
But from time to time the girl was lonely
When she broke a cherished plate
He comforted her without getting upset at all
She was happy but felt something was missing
When the the girl talked about her grandmother that she left back home,
His tears fell in drops
But he'd already forgotten about it the next day
She thought, something is strange
But the girl was happy
She hoped to be with the man forever
As she whispered that to him, he hugged her
His eyes staring into the air without seeing her
The man always wrote poems alone
He didn't have friends
When he wasn't writing poems,
He seemed awfully bored
The man didn't know the names of any flowers, not even one
Yet he wrote many poems about flowers
In return for the poems, he received a lot of flower seeds
The girl grew flowers in the garden
One day at dusk, the girl felt sad for no reason
She sobbed, leaning against the man
On the spot, he wrote a poem to praise her tears
She tore up the poem and threw it away
The man's face took on a sad look
Seeing that face, the girl wept more intensely and shouted
"Say something that's not poetry
Say anything to me!"
The man looked down in silence
"You have nothing to say, do you?
You are an empty person
Anything and everything just passes you by"
"I live only here at this moment", the man said
"There is no yesterday or tomorrow for me
This world is too rich, too beautiful
I dream of a place where there is nothing"
The girl hit the man with her fists
Again and again with all her strength
Then his body became transparent
His heart, brain, and intestines became invisible as air
Through his body, on the other side, the girl saw a town,
Children playing hide-and-seek,
Lovers holding each other,
A mother stirring a pot,
Drunken officials,
Carpenters cutting wood with saws,
An old man coughing,
A tombstone tottering
And beside that tombstone
The girl found herself standing all alone
An old-fashioned blue sky was spread out
No words were carved into the tombstone
詩人の墓 谷川俊太郎
ある所にひとりの若い男がいた
詩を書いて暮らしていた
誰かが結婚するとお祝いの詩を書き
誰かが死ぬと墓に刻む詩を書いた
お礼に人々はいろいろなものをもってきた
卵を籠いっぱいもってくる者もいた
シャツを縫ってくる者もいた
貧しいので部屋の掃除をするだけの者もいた
男は何をもらっても喜んだ
金の指輪をくれたお婆さんにも
自分で作った紙の人形をくれた女の子にも
わけへだてなくありがとうと言った
男にもちゃんと名前があったが
誰も名を呼ばずに男を詩人と呼んだ
初めのうちは恥ずかしそうにしていたが
いつか男はそれに慣れてしまった
評判を聞いて遠くからも注文がきた
猫好きは猫の詩を
食いしんぼうは食べ物の詩を
恋人たちは恋の詩を頼んできた
男はどんな難しい注文も断らなかった
古ぼけてぐらぐらする机の前に座って
しばらくぼんやり宙をみつめる
するといつのまにか詩が出来てるのだった
男の詩はみんなに気にいられた
声をあげて泣かずにはいられない詩
お腹の皮がよじれるほど笑ってしまう詩
思わずじっと考えこんでしまうような詩
人々は何やかやと男に問いかけた
「どうすればそんなふうに書けるんだい」
「詩人になるにはどんな勉強をすればいいの」
「どこからそんな美しい言葉が出てくるのかね」
だが男は何も答えなかった
答えたくても答えられなかった
「ぼくにも分かりません」と言うしかなかった
あいつはいいやつだと人々は言った
ある日ひとりの娘がたずねてきた
詩を読んで男に会ってみたくなったのだ
男はひと目で娘が好きになって
すぐにすらすらと詩を書いて娘に捧げた
それを読むと娘はなんとも言えない気持ちになった
悲しいんだか嬉しいんだか分からない
夜空の星を手でかきむしりたい
生まれる前にもどってしまいたい
こんなのは人間の気持ちじゃない
神様の気持ちでなきゃ悪魔の気持ちだと娘は思った
男はそよかぜのように娘にキスした
詩が好きなのか男が好きなのか娘には分からなかった
その日から娘は男と暮らすようになった
娘が朝ご飯を作ると男は朝ご飯の詩を書いた
野苺を摘んでくると野苺の詩を書いた
裸になるとその美しさを詩に書いた
娘は男が詩人であることが誇らしかった
畑を耕すよりも機械を作るよりも
宝石を売るよりも王様であるよりも
詩を書くことはすばらしいと娘は思った
だがときおり娘は寂しかった
大事にしていた皿を割ったとき
男はちっとも怒らずに優しく慰めてくれた
嬉しかったが物足りなかった
娘が家に残してきた祖母の話をすると
男はぽろぽろ涙をこぼした
でもあくる日にはもうそのことを忘れていた
なんだか変だと娘は思った
けれど娘は幸せだった
いつまでも男といっしょにいたいと願った
そう囁くと男は娘を抱きしめた
目は娘を見ずに宙を見つめていた
男はいつもひとりで詩を書いた
友達はいなかった
詩を書いていないとき
男はとても退屈そうだった
男はひとつも花の名前を知らなかった
それなのにいくつもいくつも花の詩を書いた
お礼に花の種をたくさんもらった
娘は庭で花を育てた
ある夕暮れ娘はわけもなく悲しくなって
男にすがっておんおん泣いた
その場で男は涙をたたえる詩を書いた
娘はそれを破り捨てた
男は悲しそうな顔をした
その顔を見ていっそう烈しく泣きながら娘は叫んだ
「何か言って詩じゃないことを
なんでもいいから私に言って！」
男は黙ってうつむいていた
「言うことは何もないのね
あなたって人はからっぽなのよ
なにもかもあなたを通りすぎて行くだけ」
「いまここだけにぼくは生きてる」男は言った
「昨日も明日もぼくにはないんだ
この世は豊かすぎるから美しすぎるから
何もないところをぼくは夢見る」
娘は男をこぶしでたたいた
何度も何度も力いっぱい
すると男のからだが透き通ってきた
心臓も脳も腸も空気のように見えなくなった
そのむこうに町が見えた
かくれんぼする子供たちが見えた
抱き合っている恋人たちが見えた
鍋をかき回す母親が見えた
酔っぱらっている役人が見えた
鋸で木を切っている大工が見えた
咳きこんでいるじいさんが見えた
倒れかかった墓が見えた
その墓のかたわらに
気がつくとひとりぼっちで娘は立ってた
昔ながらの青空がひろがっていた
墓には言葉はなにひとつ刻まれていなかった
