Round Twelve
Left
うつり行く花の下道跡もなしながめも白き春の山風
| utsuriyuku hana no shita michi ato mo nashi nagame mo shiroki haru no yamakaze | The shifting Blossom on the paths beneath Leaves no footprints there; My gaze with whiteness filled By spring’s breezes in the mountains. |
Dōchin
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Right (Win)
身にかへておもふもくるし桜花さかぬみ山に宿もとめてん
| mi ni kaete omou mo kurushi sakurabana sakanu miyama ni yado mo tometen | It should be me instead, I think, but even that brings pain; Where cherry blossoms Fail to bloom, deep within the mountains Should I make my home. |
Dharma Master Nyokan
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The Left’s poem does not sound poor, but has ‘gaze with whiteness’—a long time ago, Lay Priest Toshinari repeatedly said that it is not appropriate to compose about looking at something specific using ‘gaze’. The initial and concluding section of the Right’s poem sound fine—it should win.
[One of] Ten poems on winter.
やどもなし今朝わびしらにこえきつるあらちの山の雪のゆふ暮
| yado mo nashi kesa wabishira ni koekitsuru arachi no yama no yuki no yūgure | Lacking any home This morning forlorn and lonely Have I come to cross through Arachi Mountain’s Twilight snows. |
Jien
やま里に家ゐはすべし鶯のなくはつこゑのきかまほしさに
| yamazato ni iei wa subeshi uguisu no naku hatsukoe no kikamahoshisa ni | Into a mountain retreat Shall I make my home, for The warbler’s First sung song Is what I long to hear… |
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Left (Tie)
やまざとにしるひともがなほととぎすなきぬときかばつげもくるがに
| yamazato ni shiru hito mogana hototogisu nakinu to kikaba tsuge mo kuru gani | At a mountain retreat, I would I had a friend, O, cuckoo, That on hearing your call, He would tell me so… |
Okikaze
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Right
なつきぬとひとしもつげぬわがやどにやまほととぎすはやくなくなり
| natsu kinu to hito shimo tsugenu wa ga yado ni yamahototogisu hayaku nakunari | Summer has come—that Folk do tell; At my home A mountain cuckoo Gives an early call. |
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