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Daigo ōntoki kiku awase 11

おくしもにいろめかへしうつりつつはぎのさかりはけふながらみむ

oku shimo ni
irome kaeshi
utsuritsutsu
hagi no sakari wa
kyō nagara mimu
With the falling frost
Patterns of hues are exchanged and
Ever shifting, so
Upon the profuse bush-clover
Will I gaze all day, today.

[Fujiwara no] Ariyoshi
21

いとはしきものにもあるかなきくのはなうつろふとやはいろをみすべき

itowashiki
mono ni mo aru kana
kiku no hana
utsurou to ya wa
iro o misubeki
Something distasteful
Is there about them, too!
Chrysanthemum blooms
Will fade, so why
Must they display such passionate hues?

[Minamoto no] Kintada
22

Kinkai wakashū 210

When the bush clover was lingering in the grounds, and I was unable to see whether the blossoms had scattered with the moon shining behind them.

萩のはなくれぐれまでもありつるが月いでてみるになきがはかなさ

hagi no hana
kuregure made mo
aritsuru ga
tsuki idete miru ni
naki ga hakanasa
The bush clover blooms
Right until the evening
Did linger, but
With the rising moon they seem
Gone—how brief they are!

Kinkai wakashū 209

Bush clover at the roadside.

みちのべのをのの夕霧たちかへりみてこそゆかめ秋はぎの花

michi no be no
ono no yūgiri
tachikaeri
mite koso yukame
akihagi no hana
By the roadside
Across the meadows evening mists
Rise and fall endlessly;
Thus would I go and see
The autumn bush clover blooms.[1]

[1] An allusive variation on: For a poetry competition held in the Tenryaku era. 春ふかみゐてのかは浪たちかへり見てこそゆかめ山吹の花 haru fukami / ide no kawanami / tachikaeri / mite koso yukame / yamabuki no hana ‘In the depths of spring / Waves on the river at Idé / Rise and fall endlessly; / Thus would I go and see / The kerria blooms…’ Minamoto no Shitagō (SIS I: 68).

Daikōtaigōgū no suke taira no tsunemori-ason ke uta’awase 21

Round Nine

Left (Tie)

秋はぎを草の枕にむすびてや妻恋ひかねて鹿のふすらん

akihagi o
kusa no makura ni
musubite ya
tsuma koikanete
shika no fusuran
The autumn bush clover
For a grassy pillow
Has he woven—is that why
Unable to love his mate
The stag seems to lie?

Koreyuki
41

Right

妻こふる秋にしなればさをしかの床の山とてうちもふされじ

tsuma kouru
aki ni shi nareba
saoshika no
toko no yama tote
uchi mo fusareji
He yearns for his mate
In autumn, above all, so
In the stag’s
Bed among the mountains
He cannot lay him down, it seems.

Arifusa
42

The Left isn’t bad, but isn’t there Controller Kore’ie’s poem:

秋萩を草の枕にむすぶ夜はちかくもしかのこゑをきくかな

akihagi o
kusa no makura ni
musubu yo wa
chikaku mo shika no
koe o kiku kana
The autumn bush clover
For a grassy pillow
I weave tonight—
Close by, truly, a stag’s
Bell I hear! [1]

While there is this earlier example, neither core nor the conceptions of these poems are the same, and as the Right’s poem is not all that good, after careful consideration I make this a tie.


[1] On hearing a stag at his lodgings. KYS (3) III: 224