Round One Hundred and Four

Left

たえぬるか影だにみえばとふべきをかたみの水はみ草ゐにけり

taenuru ka kage dani mieba toubeki ni katami no mizu wa mikusa inkeri

Is it all so hopeless? Could I but see your face, I would ask you, but The water you have left behind Is filled with water-weed.

207[1]

Right

雲となり雨となりても身にそはばむなしき空をかたみにやみん

kumo to nari ame to narite mo mi ni sowaba munashiki sora o katami ni ya min

Should you become a cloud, and Then become raindrops Falling on my flesh, then Will the vacant skies I see as a keepsake, perhaps?

208[2]

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[1] Shinkokinshū XIV: 1239: When the Lay Priest Regent had not come to see her for a long time, she composed this on seeing the water in a basin for washing her hair.

[2] Shinchokusenshū XIII: 830: When the Gokyōgoku Regent ordered her to produce a hundred poem sequence.