Round Fourteen
Left (Win)
七夕のわかるる今朝のたもとにや秋の白露おきはじむらん
tanabata no wakaruru kesa no tamoto ni ya aki no shiratsuyu okihajimuran | The Weaver Maid Parts from him this morn, Upon her sleeves Autumn’s silver dewdrops Must have begun to fall… |
Shun’e
27
Right
秋へてもはてなき中をみるをりは七夕つめぞうらやまれける
aki hete mo hatenaki naka o miru ori wa tanabatatsume zo urayamarekeru | Though the autumns pass, When on their endless bond She ponders, Even the Weaver Maid Must despise her lot! |
Kenshō
28

