Left (Win).
omoFi’amari
Filled full with love
The Consultant Middle Captain 宰相中将
Right.
arasi Fuku
Stom winds rage
The Minister of Justice 刑部卿
During the Tenryaku era, when people had gathered at Ise’s house, to say that she was coming.
時雨つゝふりにし宿の言の葉は掻集むれど止らざりけり
siguretutu
Ever does the drizzle
Nakatsukasa (?912-?991)
里遠み山田の庵は稲妻の光のもるをともと見るかな
sato tōmi
Far from home
Higo, from the Residence of the Kyōgoku Regent
Left.
itsumo kiku
Always do I hear
A Servant Girl .
Right (Win).
kokoro araba
If you have any pity,
Nobusada .
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.
夕まぐれ下照る宿の橘の花咲くほどになるぞうれしき
yūmagure
Tangled in twilight
Minamoto no Akinaka
Topic unknown.
誰が里に夜がれをしてか郭公ただここにしも寝たる声する
ta ga sato ni
At whose home
Anonymous
Left (Win).
sode no ue ni
Resting atop my sleeves
A Servant Girl .
Right.
hitori sumu
Living alone,
Lord Tsune’ie .
The Right state: the Left’s poem has no faults. The Left state: the Right’s poem lacks a clear conception of love.
In judgement: the Left’s poem, indeed, has no faults. It should win.
Left (Tie).
furusato ni
My home
Lord Sada’ie
Right.
azumaji no
Upon the eastern roads
Nobusada
Both Left and Right say they find no faults.
In judgement: the Left starts with ‘My home I left in floods’ (furusato ni ideshi ni masaru ) and concludes with ‘the wild wind round my pillow breaks us apart in dreams’ (arashi no makura yume ni wakarete ) – this is a form of words the quality of which I am entirely unable to convey with my own clumsy expressions, but the Right’s ‘O moonlight, sinking toward the mountains round the capital’ (miyako no yama ni kakaru tsukikage ) is awash with a sense of tears, so it is most unclear which should win or lose. Both truly seem to reflect the conception of this topic ‘Love and Travel’ well. The poems have been so good every round that my brush is drenched with this old man’s tears, and I can find no other way to express it.
浮き立ちて宿も定めぬ海人の子はなかなか世にや住みよかるらむ
ukitachite
Drifting about
Fujiwara no Shunzei
白波の寄する渚によをすくす海人の子なれば宿も定めず
siranami no
Waves of white
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