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SZS XIV: 847

Composed on the conception of love, when a hundred poem sequence was presented for former Emperor Horikawa.

木間よりひれふる袖をよそに見ていかがはすべき松浦さよ姫

ko no ma yori
Fire Furu sode wo
yoso ni mite
ikaga Fa subeki
matura sayoFime
Between the trees
Her waving stole and sleeves
I distantly see—
O, what should I do for
Sayohime at Matsura!

Fujiwara no Mototoshi

A kuzushiji version of the poem's text.
Created with Soan.

Shiki koi sanshu uta’awase – Love

Love

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恋せじと御手洗川に御祓して神うけつらんとおもほゆるかな

koi seji to
mitarashigawa ni
oharaishite
kami uketsuran to
omohoyuru kana
I’ll not fall in love, and
At the River Mitarashi
Purify myself—
Would the gods then accept me,
I wonder!

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恋なれどそこにもすまぬひれはみづにごれりとおもほゆるかな

koi naredo
soko ni mo sumanu
hire wa mizu
nigoreri to
omohoyuru kana
This is love, yet
The deeps are all disturbed, with
Fins the waters
Clouding,
I feel!

26

こひわたる程のふかさにそめ川の色あさからじとおもほゆるかな

koiwataru
hodo no fukasa ni
somekawa no
iro asakaraji to
omohoyuru kana
So long have I loved you that
The depths of
Dyers’ River have
Lost their pale hues
I feel!

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Right

おもふとて夕ぐれがたのながめをや人待つほどの恋といふらん

omou tote
yūguregata no
nagame o ya
hito matsu hodo no
koi to iuran
Thinking of him
As evening draws on, and
I gaze on long rains falling; is
Time pining for a man
Being in love, I wonder?

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年の内にあまる月日の有りければかぞへのうちにははわぶるかな

toshi no uchi ni
amaru tsuki hi no
arikereba
kazoe no uchi ni
haha waburu kana
Throughout the year
The days and months mount up
So
Counting them
My mother grieves!

29

MYS V: 871

Lord Ōtomo no Sadehiko, on receiving a special imperial command, was sent to a distant land as an ambassador. Readying his boat, he set sail and gradually became more distant on the aquamarine surface of the sea. His wife, Matsura no Sayohime, grieving at how easily people were parted in this world, sorrowed at the thought of how difficult it would be to meet her husband once more. So, she climbed to the top of Mount Takayama and, gazing at the boat growing ever more distant, in an extreme of loss cut open her belly, feeling that her soul was gone and the world was in darkness before her eyes. Then, at the last, she waved her stole. Of the folk who accompanied her, there was not one who was not in tears. It was from these events that the peak became known as Mount Hirefuri (‘Stole-wave’), and this poem was composed.

遠つ人松浦佐用姫夫恋ひに領巾振りしより負へる山の名

topo tsu pito
matura sayopime
tumagopi ni
pire purisi yori
operu yama no na
A distant man
Awaiting, did Matsura no Sayohime
Loving her man
Wave her stole, and ever since
Has this mountain borne that name!