Crickets 蛬
ねくたれのかみの中なるきりぎりすかしかましくもみだれ鳴くかな
| nekutare no kami no uchi naru kirigirisu kashikamashiku mo midare naku kana | Tangled from sleep From within my hair does A cricket Clamorously Confused cry out! |
Daishin
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Eikyū hyakushu 335
Crickets 蛬
露むすぶ草の枕のほどなきに所えてなくきりぎりすかな
| tsuyu musubu kusa no makura no hodo naki ni tokoro ete naku kirigirisu kana | Dripping with dew, A pillow of grass – Lacking even that, Rightly cry The crickets! |
Higo
Eikyū hyakushu 334
Crickets 蛬
秋の野にやどりをすればきりぎりすかたしく袖の下に鳴くなり
| aki no no ni yadori o sureba kirigirisu katashiku sode no shita ni nakunari | When on the plains in autumn I make my lodging The crickets From beneath my single spread sleeve Do cry. |
Kanemasa
Eikyū hyakushu 333
Crickets 蛬
ひとりすむよもぎが宿に秋きてはきりぎりすこそ友に鳴きけれ
| hitori sumu yomogi ga yado ni aki kite wa kirigirisu koso tomo ni nakikere | Living all alone In a house among the tangled mugwort, Autumn comes and It is the crickets who Companionably cry with me. |
Tadafusa
Eikyū hyakushu 332
Crickets 蛬
なきかへせ秋をおくるなきりぎりすくれなば声のよわるのみかは
| nakikawase aki o okuru na kirigirisu kurenaba koe no yowaru nomi ka wa | Crying all together As autumn’s end draws near, are The crickets; Should it end, is it their song Alone that will weaken? |
Toshiyori
Eikyū hyakushu 331
Crickets 蛬
野風のみさびしきたびの草枕やがてゆひめにきりぎりすなく
| nokaze nomi sabishiki tabi no kusamakura yagate yuime ni kirigirisu naku | The breeze across the meadows is simply Sad, so on this journey, from My pillow of grass, where The stalks intertwine constantly Cry the crickets. |
Nakazane
Eikyū hyakushu 330
Crickets 蛬
露すがるをざさが下のきりぎりすみだれてかかるねをや鳴くらん
| tsuyu sugaru ozasa ga shita no kirigirisu midarete kakaru ne o ya nakuran | Dewdrops all dried from Broad-leaved bamboo, where beneath Do the crickets Caught up in confusion Cry out their songs? |
Akinaka
Love VIII: 25
Left
起きもゐで年ふる戀はをのづから常世の神やしるし見すべき
| oki mo ide toshi furu koi wa onozukara tokoyo no kami ya shirushi misubeki |
Unable to arise From love these many years, May I By the eternal gods Be shown a sign! |
Kenshō
1069
Right (Win)
獨臥すながながし夜のかなしきを語らひあかすきりぎりす哉
| hitori fusu naganagashi yo no kanashiki o katarai akasu kirigirisu kana |
Lying alone, So long, long the night’s Sorrow; Lightening it with chatter Are the crickets! |
The Supernumerary Master of the Empress’ Household Office
1070
The Gentlemen of the Right state: what is the meaning of ‘the eternal gods’ (toko no kami). In appeal, the Left: in the Chronicles of Japan, insects are worshipped under the name of ‘the eternal gods’ and made to seem like men. The Left state: what can an insect chatter about?
In judgement: in regard to the Left’s poem, while it is true that insects were worshipped, a poem on ‘Love and Insects’ with no insect is lacking something from the start. This poem would seem to be more a case of ‘Love and Prayers’. Thus, this is nothing enduring. A prior example has been contrived, but this is ineffective. It does not seem as if this insect’s nature has any relation to the topic. The Right’s poem has a commonplace cricket. Where is the fault in having it lighten one’s mood with chatter? Thus, the Right must win.
Sanboku kikashū VII: 1118
夕顔の茂みにすだく轡虫おびただしくも恋ひ叫ぶかな
| yuFugaFo no sigemi ni sudaku kutuFamusi obitadasiku mo koFisakebu kana |
Among the moonflowers’ Lushness swarm Crickets In their extremity Crying out for love! |
Minamoto no Shunrai
源俊頼
Autumn III: 20
Left.
色變る鴛鴦の毛衣今朝見ずは降るとも知らじ秋の露霜
| iro kawaru oshi no kegoromo kesa mizu wa furu tomo shiraji aki no tsuyujimo |
Colours changing on The mandarin duckdown: If I see it not this morning, I’ll not know that has fallen: Autumn’s frosty dew! |
459
Right.
霜さゆる蓬が下のきりぎりす聲も枯野に成やしぬらん
| shimo sayuru yomogi ga shita no kirigirisu koe mo kareno ni nari ya shinuran |
Frozen by frost, Beneath the tangled mugwort Has the cricket’s Chirp wearied as the withered fields Become? |
460
The Right say, ‘It sounds as if the Left cannot see frost, unless it’s on a mandarin duck’s down!’
The Left respond, ‘There is the poem ‘the down-clad ducks come to my mind’ (kamo no uwage o omoi koso yare). If one composes a poem about one thing, that’s what one is composing about. As for what the Right have to say in their poem, if one is listening to a cricket’s chirp, how can it be withering away? Dubious! [fushin]’
Shunzei’s judgement: I must say I am doubtful myself about saying frosty dewfall changes the colour of ‘mandarin duckdown’ (oshi no kegoromo). In the Right’s poem, saying, ‘the cricket’s chirp’ (kirigirisu no koe) ‘the withered fields become’ (kareno ni nari ya shinuran) sounds as if one cannot hear it at all. The Left’s use of ‘dew’ (tsuyu), too, seems pointless. The Right has an elegant [yū naru] initial section, but the diction in the final section is dubious [shūku no kotoba fushin ni kikoyu]. I make the round a tie.