Round Thirty-Eight

Left

今更にふしもさだめぬ鹿の音よ木葉の数のつもるよごとに

ima sara ni fushi mo sadamenu shika no ne yo ko no ha no kazu no tsumoru goto ni

At around this time, With his bedding undecided, The stag bells out! Just as the leaves’ from on the trees numbers Do mount up…

Shō
75

Right (Win)

木葉ちる夜半の嵐の月影に心すみてや鹿も鳴くらん

ko no ha chiru yowa no arashi no tsukikage ni kokoro sumite ya shika mo nakuran

Leaves scatter from the trees In the midnight storm In the moonlight From his wild and earthy thoughts Does the stag, too, cry out?

Nagatsuna
76

The Left’s ‘just as the leaves from on the trees numbers do mount up’ at night and so forth, appears to be a novel style, yet the Right poem sounds more gorgeous, so it wins.