On wind.
萩の花咲きたる野辺にひぐらしの鳴くなるなへに秋の風吹く
| pagi no pana sakitaru nobe ni pigurasi no nakunaru nape ni aki no kaze puku |
Bush clover blooms Flowering in the fields where While the evening cicadas Sing Blows the autumn wind. |
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MYS X: 2175
On dew.
このころの秋風寒し萩の花散らす白露置きにけらしも
| kono koro no akikaze samusi pagi no pana tirasu siratuyu wokinikerasi mo |
At about this time The autumn wind is chill; Bush clover bloom Scattering silver dewdrops – Do they, perhaps, fall too? |
Anonymous
Love VIII: 5
Left
人待ちし庭の淺茅生茂りあひて心にならす道芝の露
| hito machishi niwa no asajū shigeriaite kokoro ni narasu michishiba no tsuyu |
Awaiting him, The cogon-grass in my garden Has grown lush, indeed; And I have taken to my heart The dew that falls upon my lawn! |
A Servant Girl
1029
Right (Win)
秋風になびく淺茅の色よりもかはるは人の心なりけり
| akikaze ni nabiku asaji no iro yori mo kawaru wa hito no kokoro narikeri |
With the autumn wind Waves the cogon grass, Colours Changing less than her Heart’s passions… |
Ietaka
1030
The Gentlemen of the Right state: the Left’s poem has no faults to mention. The Gentlemen of the Left state: the intial part of the Right’s poem is derived from an old poem, and so does the end!
In judgement: I wonder whether the cogon-grass (asajū), mentioned initially, is as clearly conceived as the ‘lawn’ (michishiba) mentioned at the end? The Right’s poem refers to ‘So full are my thoughts, what am I to do? With the autumn wind’, but reverses the beginning and end of that poem; it is extremely old-fashioned in style, but pleasant as it is plainly intended to be understood as a variant of its model. Thus, the Right wins over the combination of ‘cogon-grass’ and ‘lawn’.
Love VIII: 3
Left (Tie)
うち頼む人のけしきの秋風に心の底の萱が下折れ
| uchitanomu hito no keshiki no akikaze ni kokoro no soko no kaya ga shitaore |
I did rely on Him, but now in his look, is The autumn wind; in The depths of my heart are Broken, drooping fronds of silver grass… |
Lord Ari’ie
1025
Right
あさましやなどか思のさしも草露も置きあへずはては燃ゆらん
| asamashi ya nado ka omoi no sashimogusa tsuyu mo okiaezu hate wa moyuran |
How strange it is! Why is it that my love’s fires, like Moxa, Not completely covered by the dew Will at the end burst into flame once more? |
Jakuren
1026
The Right state: the Left’s poem has no faults to indicate. The Left state: in the Later Collection of Gleanings there is a poem about Ibuki, which uses ‘burst into flame’ (moyu). We wonder about the suitability of using ‘burst into flame’ without also using Ibuki. The Right, in response: older poems used ‘burst entirely into flame’ (sashimoyu), and this composition is the same.
In judgement: I am not accustomed to hearing ‘the depths of my heart are silver grass’ (kokoro no soko no kaya) as in the Left’s poem. The image in the Right’s poem of moxa not completely covered with dew bursting into flame seems rather overblown. The strengths and weaknesses of the two poems are unclear, so the round should tie.
MYS XI: 2626
On thinking sad thoughts.
古衣打棄つる人は秋風の立ちくる時に物思ふものぞ
| purugoromo ututuru pito pa akikaze no tatikuru toki ni mono’omopu mono zo |
As a worn-out robe Did he abandon me; Now the autumn wind’s Time to rise has come Sunk is he in sorry thought! |
Kanpaku naidaijin uta’awase 16
高円の野路の篠原末騒ぎそそや秋風今日吹きぬなり
| takamado no noji no shinohara sue sawagi sosoya akikaze kyō fukinu nari |
In Takamado, At Shinohara in Noji, Noisy in the treetops Rustles the autumn wind As it blows today. |
Love VI: 18
Left (Win).
さらでだに恨みんと思ふ我妹子が衣の裾に秋風ぞ吹く
| sarade dani uramin to omou wagimoko ga koromo no suso ni akikaze zo fuku |
That is not it, yet even so, I do think to hate My darling girl, Her robe hem Blown by the autumn wind… |
Lord Ari’ie.
935
Right.
いかなれば露をば払ふ風の音に物思ふ袖の濡れまさるらん
| ika nareba tsuyu o harau kaze no oto ni mono’omou sode no nuremasaruran |
For some reason Dewdrops blown by The wind – the mere sound Brings to my gloomy sleeves A dampness most extreme… |
Jakuren.
936
The Right state: the Left’s poem is most admirable. The Left state: the Right’s poem is definitely not!
In judgement: to give the gist of the comments by the Gentlemen of the Left and the Right, the Left’s poem is admirable, and the Right’s poem is not admirable at all. I see no need to make much more of this round that that, so, the Left wins.
Love VI: 17
Left.
いつも聞く物とや人の思らむ來ぬ夕暮れの秋風の聲
| itsumo kiku mono to ya hito no omouramu konu yūgure no akikaze no koe |
Always do I hear The same, is that what He thinks? This evening, when he has not come Whispers the autumn wind. |
A Servant Girl.
933
Right (Win).
心あらば吹かずもあらなん宵宵に人待つ宿の庭の松風
| kokoro araba fukazu mo aranan yoiyoi ni hito matsu yado no niwa no matsukaze |
If you have any pity, Then I would not have you blow Night after night While I wait for him, through my home’s Garden pines, o, wind! |
Nobusada.
934
Both Left and Right state: we can grasp the sense of the opposing poem.
In judgement: I am unable to tell what it is that ‘does not come one evening’ (konu yūgure). ‘Whispers the autumn wind’ (akikaze no koe) is also perhaps rather novel. The Right’s ‘Garden pines, o, wind!’ (niwa no matsukaze) sounds pleasant. It should win.
Love VI: 14
Left.
ひとり寢の床に吹くる秋風のまた我戀をおどろかす哉
| hitorine no toko ni fukikuru akikaze no mata wa ga koi o odorokasu kana |
Sleeping alone To my bed comes blowing The autumn wind, and Again, all my love Returns… |
Lord Kanemune.
927
Right (Win).
つてにだにとはぬ君かな吹風もまつにはことに音する物を
| tsute ni dani towanu kimi kana fuku kaze mo matsu ni wa koto ni otosuru mono o |
If only it brought a rumour Of you, who never comes! The gusting wind From the pines plucks special Sounds… |
The Provisional Master of the Empress’ Household Office.
928
The Right state: what need is there for ‘again’ (mata) in the Left’s poem? The Left state: the Right’s poem is difficult to recite.
In judgement: the Right’s final ‘from the pines plucks special’ (matsu ni wa koto ni) is fine. It must win.
Love VI: 13
Left.
ひとり寢の憂き身になるゝ秋風をつれなき人の心ともがな
| hitorine no ukimi ni naruru akikaze o tsurenaki hito no kokoro tomo gana |
To sleeping alone In desolation am I accustomed; O, that the autumn wind were My cruel love’s Heart… |
Lord Suetsune.
925
Right (Win).
夕まぐれ吹くる秋の初風は戀せぬ人も身にやしむらん
| yūmagure fukikuru aki no hatsukaze wa koisenu hito mo mi ni ya shimuran |
In the evening’s dusk Comes blowing autumn’s First breeze; Will one who loves not Be pierced as am I? |
Lord Tsune’ie.
926
Both Left and Right together state: we have nothing we feel we should say.
In judgement: the final section of the Left’s poem is clichéd. I also wonder about the sound of ‘in desolation am I’ (ukimi). The Right’s poem has nothing particularly remarkable about it, but it should win