Round Thirty-Seven

Left (Tie)

むば玉のよやふけぬらんさをしかの声すみのぼるをのの草ぶし

mubatama no yo ya fukenuran saoshika no koe suminoboru ono no kusabushi

Might lily-seed dark Night have fallen? The stag’s Cry clearly climbs From where he lies among the meadow grasses.

Takasuke
73

Right

秋のよはつまどふ鹿の深山出でていまだ旅なるをのの草ぶし

aki no yo wa tsumadou shika no miyama idete imada tabi naru ono no kusabushi

On an autumn night, Seeking his bride, the stag Emerges from the mountains’ depths, And now on his travels Lies among the meadow grasses.

Shimotsuke
74

Left and Right’s ‘lies among the meadow grasses’ have no merits or faults between them. A pleasant tie.