A poem by Imube no obito Kuromaro
秋田刈る刈廬もいまだ壊たねば雁が音寒し霜も置きぬがに
| akita karu kari ipo mo imada kopotaneba kari ga ne samusi simo mo okinu gani |
Reaping autumn fields My temporary harvest-hut is yet To fall, but The goose calls are so chill that Frost seems sure to fall… |
Imube no Kuromaro
忌部黒麿
夢路にはなれし宿見る現にて宇津の山辺の蔦ふける庵
| yumeji ni wa nareshi yado miru utsutsu nite utsu no yamabe no tsuta fukeru io |
Upon the path of dreams I saw a house I used to know so well; In reality, it is Near to Utsu Moutain, A hut all twined with ivy… |
Fujiwara no Shunzei
藤原俊成
From a hundred poem sequence.
葦の葉に隠れて住みし津の国の昆陽もあらはに冬は来にけり
| asi no Fa ni kakurete sumisi tu no kuni no koya mo araFa ni Fuyu Fa kinikeri |
Among the reed fronds Hidden, did I dwell In the land of Tsu To the surface of my hut Has come the winter. |
Minamoto no Shigeyuki
源重之
夜もすがら山田の庵は稲妻の光をのみや－灯火にする
| yomosugara yamada no io wa inazuma no hikari o nomi ya tomoshibi ni suru |
All throughout the night In a hut among the mountain fields, Is the lightning’s Light alone the only Lamp? |
When he was composing on the autumn moon.
葎しく庵の庭の夕露を玉にもてなす秋の夜の月
| mukurashiku iori no niwa no yūzuyu o tama ni motenasu aki no yo no tsuki |
Tangled weeds spread around The garden of my hut; Evening dew A garland of jewels From the moon this autumn night. |
Saigyō
西行
In reply.
東屋の萱が下にし乱るればいさや月日のゆくも知られず
| adumaya no kaya ga sita ni si midarureba isa ya tukiFi no yuku mo sirarezu |
A crude hut’s Roof of silver-grass – beneath it All is in confusion, so How the days and months Do pass, I know not! |
The Mother of Prince Yasusuke
康資王母
Topic unknown.
旅人の萱かりおほひつくるてふまろやは人を思ひ忘るゝ
| tabibito no kayakari oFoFi tukuru teFu maroya wa Fito o omoFiwasururu |
A traveller Cuts silver grass to cover, and Construct, today His hut; will I ever Put her from my thoughts? |
Anonymous
Composed as a travel poem, when the Regent and Former Minister of the Right had a hundred poem sequence composed at his residence.
あはれなる野しまかさきのいほりかな露おく袖に浪もかけけり
| awarenaru nojima ga saki no iori kana tsuyu oku sode ni nami mo kakekeri |
Mournful Nojima Point is where My hut lies; Upon my dew-dropped sleeves Have rushed the waves… |
Master of the Dowager Empress Household Office, Toshinari
皇太后宮大夫俊成
玉藻刈る戸嶋をすぎて夏草の子島が埼に庵する我
| tamamo karu tozima wo sugite natu kusa no kozima ga saki ni iForisuru ware |
Reaping gemweed Tojima I have passed beyond, and Among the summer grasses of Kojima Point Have I built my hut! |
Left.
昨日まで蓬に閉ぢし柴の戸も野分に晴るゝ岡の邊の里
| kinō made yomogi ni tojishi shiba no to mo nowaki ni haruru oka no be no sato |
Until yesterday Sealed by mugwort was This brushwood door; Swept clear by the gale The hills around my dwelling. |
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Right.
假にさす庵までこそ靡きけれ野分に堪へぬ小野の篠原
| kari ni sasu iori made koso nabikikere nowaki ni taenu ono no shinohara |
Roughly thatched, Even my hut Has blown away: Unable to endure the gales Amongst the arrow bamboo groves… |
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Both teams say they can appreciate the sentiment of the opposing team’s poem.
Shunzei agrees: ‘Both the Left’s “hills around my dwelling” (oka no be no sato) and the Right’s “arrow bamboo groves” (ono no shinohara) are charming. “Sealed by mugwort was this brushwood door; swept clear by the gale” (yomogi ni tojishi shiba no to mo nowaki ni haruru) and “Even my hut has blown away: unable to endure the gales” (iori made koso nabikikere nowaki ni taenu) have no failings in form between them. Thus, the round ties.’