Round Three
Left
氷とくはるたちくらしみよしののよしののたきのこゑまさるなり
| kōri toku haru tachikurashi miyoshino no yoshino no taki no koe masarunari | Ice melting Spring has come on scene, it seems; In fair Yoshino, Yoshino Falls’ Roar is fine, indeed! |
5
Right (Win)
はなの色はかすみにこめてみえずともかをだにぬすめ春の山風
| hana no iro wa kasumi ni komete miezu tomo ka o dani nusume haru no yamakaze | The blossoms’ hues Have blended with the haze, so I see them not, yet Their very scent is plundered by Spring’s breezes from the mountains. |
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Spring
Left
春のたつ霞の衣うらもなく年を経てこそ花の散りけれ
| haru no tatsu kasumi no koromo ura mo naku toshi o hete koso hana no chirikere | Spring does sew A robe of haze Without an underlay, The year passes by in A scattering of blossom |
1
春の野の雪間をわけていつしかと君がためとぞ若菜摘みつる
| haru no no no yuki ma o wakete itsushika to kimi ga tame to zo wakana tsumitsuru | Across the springtime meadows Do I forge between the snows, Eagerly, so eagerly, For you, my Lord, Have I gathered fresh herbs! |
2
春霞かすみこめたる山里はこほりとくともかげはみえじを
| harugasumi kasumi kometaru yamazato wa kōri toku tomo kage wa mieji o | The haze of spring Blurs all around A mountain retreat, Even were the ice to melt I could see no sign of it! |
3
Right
梅枝にきゐる鶯年毎に花の匂ひをあかぬ声する
| ume ga e ni ki’iru uguisu toshigoto ni hana no nioi o akanu koesuru | Upon the plum tree’s branches Has come to rest the warbler; Every single year, that Of the blossoms’ scent He cannot get his fill he sings. |
4
桜色に花さく雨はふりぬとも千しほぞそめてうつろふなそで
| sakurairo ni hana saku ame wa furinu tomo chishio zo somete utsurou na sode | Cherry-coloured Blossoms flower, as the rain Falls on, yet Dyed a thousand times Fade not, o, my sleeves! |
5
青柳のいとはるばると緑なる行末までも思ひこそやれ
| aoyagi no ito harubaru to midori naru yukusue made mo omoi koso yare | The willow’s Branches dangle lengthily So green Right to the very end Will I fondly think of you. |
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A mountain home concealed by haze (霞隔山家)
Left
おぼつかなとなりもみえず成りにけり霞へだつる村雲のさと
| obotsukana tonari mo miezu narinikeri kasumi hedatsuru muragumo no sato | All is hidden! My neighbours invisible Have become; The hazes form a barrier in This cloud-clustered hamlet… |
Kaya no Nuki
5
Right
春霞八重立ちぬれば尋ねゆく道もわかれずくらはしのさと
| harugasumi yae tachinureba tazuneyuku michi mo wakarezu kurahashi no sato | The spring hazes Arise eightfold, so Though I go enquire No one knows the way to The estate at Kurahashi. |
Koretsune
6
Singing Girls 妓女
あけぼのにかすみこめたる花よりもあかぬはいもがにほひなりけり
| akebono ni kasumi kometaru hana yori mo akanu wa imo ga nioi narikeri | At the dawning Mingled with the hazes are The blossoms, yet far more Unsated am I by my darling’s Scent. |
Daishin
Groves 原
春の中はかすみのうちに見えしかど霧も立ちけりあをやぎのはら
| haru no naka wa kasumi no uchi ni mieshikado kiri mo tachikeri aoyagi no hara | In the midst of springtime, Within the hazes Have they appeared, yet now The mist has arisen among The willow groves. |
Nakazane
Love Interrupted by a Year 経年恋
立ちかはる春のかすみぞうらめしきあひみぬ年をへだつとおもへば
| tachikawaru haru no kasumi zo urameshiki aiminu toshi o hedatsu to omoeba | The swiftly changing Hazes of spring, How I envy them! When, a year with no tryst Does stand between, I think… |
Daishin
When Spring Arrives in the Old Year 旧年立春
年のうちに春はたちぬとうちつけに雪げの雲を霞とぞみる
| toshi no uchi ni haru wa tachinu to uchitsuke ni yukige no kumo o kasumi to zo miru | Within the old year Spring has come to call and Instantly The snow-scented clouds Seem haze before my eyes! |
Daishin
When Spring Arrives in the Old Year 旧年立春
あは雪もまだふる年にたなびけばころまどはせるかすみとぞみる
| awayuki mo mada furu toshi ni tanabikeba koro madowaseru kasumi to zo miru | Snow spume Still withing the old year Does trail across the skies, so Confused about the season Do the hazes seem to be! |
Toshiyori
A poem from a poetry competition held by Her Majesty, the Empress, during the Kanpyō period.
霞立春の山辺はとをけれど吹くる風は花の香ぞする
| kasumi tatu Faru no yamabe Fa towokeredo Fukikuru kaze Fa Fana no ka zo suru | Hazes rise Round the mountains’ sides, So far away, and yet The gusting breeze comes Bearing the scent of blossom. |
Ariwara no Motokata
Composed as a Spring poem.
三輪山をしかも隠すか春霞人に知られぬはなやさくらむ
| miwayama wo sikamo kakusu ka Farugasumi Fito ni sirarenu Fana ya sakuramu | Miwa Mountain Will you thus conceal, O, haze of spring? Might, unknown to all, Blossoms be blooming there? |
Tsurayuki