"地獄太夫"920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcxD0Q9ev5a
"じごくたゆう"
Translation: hell courtesan
Appearance: Jigoku tayū is a legendary figure from Sakai (present-day Ōsaka). Her story takes place during the Muromachi Period, but she first appears in literature and artwork during the Edo Period, when novels and images depicting life in the red light districts were popular. Her legend is intertwined with that of the eccentric and iconoclastic Zen master Ikkyū—one of Japanese Buddhism’s most influential figures who was known for his outrageous lifestyle.
Legends: Long ago lived young girl named Otoboshi, the daughter of a samurai. When her father was killed, she fled with her family into to Mount Nyoi, but they were ambushed by bandits. Otoboshi was kidnapped and sold to a rich brothel owner in Sakai named Tamana. She was trained to become a yūjo—an upper-class courtesan.
Otoboshi grew up to be very beautiful. She was also intelligent and sharp-witted. Although her life was full of misfortune, she believed that her misfortunes were merely her karma—the result of things she did in her past lives. As a courtesan, she gave herself the name Jigoku (“Hell”) as a way of mocking her misfortunes. She wrapped her body in kimono decorated with skeletons, fire, and scenes from hell. She spoke with elegance and wit, and recited poetry with such grace that those who heard her were instantly charmed. And in her heart, she constantly recited the name of Buddha, hoping to achieve salvation from her sins. Jigoku’s grace, beauty, and wit quickly distinguished her from the other courtesans. Her unique name also caused her to stand out from competing courtesans who had flowery names like Hotoke gozen (“Lady Buddha”).
Jigoku quickly rose to the rank of tayū, the highest rank possible for a courtesan. Word of this strange woman caught the attention of Ikkyū, a Zen monk. He visited the Takasu pleasure district of Sakai and went to the Tamana brothel to seek out the peculiar courtesan whom he had heard so much about. When Ikkyū appeared before Jigoku, she recited a poem to him:
Sankyo seba920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEXzNTfTKiv
miyama no oku ni920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIkuFEq6ep7
sumeyokashi920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡquzKzurJmj
Koko ha ukiyo no920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB8XXwecrip
sakai chikaki ni920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0JFtNhr7De
(If you live in the mountains920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTVgw16YYei
It is best to stay920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrchbMUo1b7
Deep in the mountains920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi1vDWcxAmc
This place is close to the border920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjSY8m3E8L4
Of the floating world)
The poem was rich in metaphor and multilayered, playing on the word sakai (“border”) and Sakai (the city). Ikkyū did not miss what Jigoku was implying. She was asking what a monk like him, who ordinarily should not leave his temple deep in the mountains, was doing on the edge of a pleasure district—the “floating world” of sorrow and grief from which Buddhists seek escape. Intrigued, Ikkyū replied with a poem of his own:
Ikkyū ga920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzb76i655HO
mi wo ba mi hodo ni920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Cb8RRrnBT
omowaneba920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEdXjrkg1FT
Ichi mo yamaga mo920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp5osJPXeZ8
onaji jūsho yo920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsMoY6tNjLM
(As for me920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDabo3g7icp
This body I have920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwksAo8RNKR
Means nothing to me920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXQbaXhvn6p
A city and a mountain retreat920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNMP61ie0UZ
Are both the same place)
He implied that, as a Zen priest, he has no attachment to his body—and therefore it makes no difference if he comes to a brothel. To the enlightened, the body does not truly exist, nor is there any intrinsic difference between a brothel and a temple. There are one and the same. He followed up with another poem:
Kikishi yori920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKqmMdOOQBQ
mite otoroshiki920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR8eYrm03Bg
jigoku ka na
(Seeing hell in person920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXdk8L93dIi
Is much more terrifying920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4b9wdnm8yJ
Than hearing about it)
Jigoku understood that Ikkyū was really explaining that he came specifically to see her, and complimenting her on her terrifying beauty and wit. Jigoku finished his poem for him:
Shi ni kuru hito no920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXEx1LXfeYV
ochizaru ha nashi
(There is none who dies920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡelzdJ6OcW0
Who does not fall into hell)
Her poem, while playing on Buddhist themes, simultaneously implied that everyone who sees her falls in love with her.
Jigoku admitted Ikkyū into her presence. She offered him a vegetarian meal appropriate for a monk. Ikkyū refused and instead asked for sake and carp. Jigoku became suspicious. Monks were forbidden from indulging in alcohol, meat, and sex, and this man certainly did not appear to be a monk. She had girls sent to Ikkyū to test his true character. The girls sang, played drums and flute, and danced for Ikkyū. The monk enjoyed the performance and joined them in celebration.
Jigoku listened to the performance in secret from the next room. Suddenly, she noticed something odd about the shadows on the paper doors. She peeked into the room and saw that all of the dancers had turned into skeletons, reveling together in the music. When Jigoku re-entered the room, everything had turned back to normal.
Ikkyū partied until he passed out. In the middle of the night the monk awoke and went to the veranda where, having indulged too much, he vomited into the lake. When the vomit hit the water, the carp that Ikkyū had eaten turned into a live fish. Jigoku winessed this too.
The following morning Jigoku asked Ikkyū if she was dreaming, and told him about the things she saw the previous night. Ikkyu taught her about heaven and hell, and how looks can be deceiving. He explained to her:
“When are we not in a dream? When are we not skeletons? We are all just skeletons wrapped with flesh patterned male and female. When our breath expires, our skin ruptures, our sex disappears, and superior and inferior are indistinguishable. Beneath the skin of the person we caress today, there is no more than a skeleton propping up the flesh. Think about it! High and low, young and old, male and female: it is all the same. If you awaken to this one basic truth, you understand.”
Jigoku vowed to renounce her profession and become a nun, but Ikkyū told her to remain a courtesan. He told her that she should find her own way to enlightenment; that religion is hypocritical and a prostitute is more worthy than a nun.
From that moment, Jigoku became Ikkyū’s student. She remained in her brothel, and Ikkyū visited her time and time again to meditate and pray with her. She came to understand that all people are merely skeletons in bags of flesh, and she found peace. She continued to work as a prostitute, and gave generously to charity. She meditated and prayed every day, and eventually achieved enlightenment.
Like most courtesans, Jigoku became ill and died at a young age. Ikkyū was by her side at her death. Her final poem expressed her last act of compassion:
Ware shinaba920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxlfqFdWlcL
yakuna uzumuna920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI1tsAPeYl1
no ni sutete920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoQWjnxndMw
uetaru inu no920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNOLOVn94bF
hara wo koyase yo920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRCphfitTmj
(When I die920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK4VHkLwScs
Do not burn me or bury me920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJdo6Rjz59g
Throw me into a field920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8SLcf6zyNT
So that I may feed920Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB5if9EilMH
The starving dogs)
Ikkyū lay her to rest in a field as she wished, and then built a grave for her in Kumeda Temple in the nearby village of Yagi.
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