Round Twelve

Left

しぐれにはいほりもささじくさまくらおときくとてもぬれぬそでかは

shigure ni wa iori mo sasaji kusamakura oto kiku tote mo nurenu sode ka wa

Caught in a shower, I’d not erect my hut, for Upon a grassy pillow Listening to the sound, still Would my sleeves be soaked!

Tsunemasa
73

Right (Win)

たまもふくいそやがしたにもるしぐれたびねのそでもしほたれよとや

tamamo fuku isoya ga shita ni moru shigure tabine no sode mo shiotareyo to ya

Thatched with gemweed is My roof upon the rocky shore, beneath it Drips a shower, so My sleeves, as I doze upon my travels, Wet with the salty tides – should I say that?

Nakatsuna
74

The Left wonders whether his sleeves would be soaked, listening to the sound of a shower after abandoning all thought of a hut and grassy pillow—this seems extremely charming, but the configuration and sequencing of the Right, beginning with ‘thatched with gemweed’ and continuing with ‘my sleeves, as I doze upon my travels, / Wet with salty tides’, is extremely moving, isn’t it! Thus I have to award a win, once more, to the poem of the Right.