Round Two Hundred and Sixty-One

Left

あまつそら雲のはたてにみだれつつめもあやなりやあそぶいとゆふ

ama tsu sora kumo no hatate ni midaretsutsu me mo aya nari ya asobu itoyū

In the heavenly skies The clouds’ edge is All a tangle; Have my eyes been deceived by The sporting heat haze?

His Excellency, Sueyoshi
520

Right

とがむべき人なきゐでのやまぶきをこころやすくやなみのをるらむ

togamubeki hito naki ide no yamabuki o kokoro yasuku ya nami no oruramu

Is it that to scold them Not a soul there is in Ide, that The kerria, Without a care, By the waves are plucked?

Tango
521

The conception of the Left’s ‘clouds’ edge is all a tangle; have my eyes been deceived’ is nothing less than an exemplary verse. The Right’s ‘in Ide that the kerria, without a care, by the waves are plucked’ also sounds charming, this round is another tie, isn’t it.