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Entō ōn’uta’awase 36

Round Thirty-Six

Left

秋をおもふ涙やもろき夕月夜木葉がくれに鹿ぞ鳴くなる

aki o omou
namida ya moroki
yūzukuyo
ko no hagakure ni
shika zo nakunaru
Filled with autumn feelings
Do tears drip down?
On a moonlit evening
Hidden ‘mong the leafy trees,
A stag does call.

Dōchin
71

Right (Win)

を山田に風の吹きしくいなむしろよなよな鹿のふしどなりけり

oyamada ni
kaze no fukishiku
inamushiro
yonayona shika no
fushidonarikeri
Across the mountain paddies
The wind blows, spreading
The rice into a coverlet, where
Night after night, the stag
Does lay his head.

Dharma Master Nyokan
72

The Left’s poem does not appear to have any faults worth indicating, yet the Right’s poem is still more pleasant. It should win.

Sumiyoshi-sha uta’awase kaō ni-nen 47

Round Twenty-Two

Left

いなむしろしきつのうらのまつかぜはもりくるをりぞしぐれともしる

inamushiro
shikitsu no ura no
matsukaze wa
morikuru ori zo
shigure to mo shiru
A straw mat spread
At Shikitsu Bay, where when
On the wind through the pines
Come dripping droplets
I know a shower is falling!

Lord Kiyosuke
93

Right (Win)

おほぞらもみやこのかたをしのぶらしこよひはことにうちしぐれつつ

ōzora mo
miyako no kata o
shinoburashi
koyoi wa koto ni
uchishiguretsutsu
The heavens, too,
Of the capital
Think fondly, it seems,
For tonight is especially
Filled with constant showers…

Lord Sanetsuna
94

The poem of the Left appears to have a pleasant conception, blending showers with the wind through the pines and saying, ‘Come dripping droplets / I know a shower is falling!’, but it appears that the straw mat has only been spread because of the reference to Shikitsu [spreading] Bay. Considering the actual nature of a straw mat, however, I do not feel that the sense links with Shikitsu Bay, although it would be charming if sleeping on a journey in the shade of the willows beside a river, or even in a hut among the rice-fields. I do not feel it is appropriate to spread a straw mat beneath the pines at Sumiyoshi. In addition, it is only the straw mat here which has the conception of a journey—how should one feel about that? The configuration of the Right’s poem, beginning with ‘The heavens, too’ and following with ‘Of the capital / Think fondly, it seems’, I would say is a poem for a poetry match. While a counter-argument has been made about the Left’s poem, it’s really asking for the impossible, isn’t it. So, I impose victory for the Right.