さよふけてなかばたけゆく月影にあかでや人の衣うつらん
sayo fukete nakaba takeyuku tsukikage ni akade ya hito no koromo utsuran | Brief night draws on, and From its height descends The moonlight, as Unfulfilled, perhaps, someone Seems to be fulling clothes? |
Fulling clothes before the moon
秋たけてよぶかき月の影みればあれたるやどに衣うつなり
aki takete yobukaki tsuki no kage mireba aretaru yado ni koromo utsu nari | With autumn at its height When deep within the night the moon’s Light I see, At a ruined house, The sound of fulling clothes… |
On giving a robe to a certain monk
野べみれば露霜さむみきりぎりすよるの衣のうすくやあるらん
nobe mireba tsuyujimo samumi kirigirisu yoru no koromo no usuku ya aruran | When I gaze upon the meadows, How cold the frosty dew upon The crickets Night gowns Seem so thin, do they not… |
Composed listening to crickets chirping one night in the Longest Month.
きりぎりすよはのころものうすきうへにいたくは霜のおかずもあらなん
kirigirisu yowa no koromo no usuki ue ni itaku wa shimo no okazu mo aranan | The crickets’ Night gowns are So thin, upon them Heavily, O, frost, I would you fall not! |
Composed on geese.
かりなきて秋風さむく成りにけりひとりやねなんよるの衣うすし
kari nakite akikaze samuku narinikeri hitori ya nenan yoru no koromo usushi | The geese are crying, and The autumn wind So chill has grown, Shall I, then, sleep alone In a scanty night robe? |
On cool clothing in the breeze at night.
natsu fukami omoi mo kakenu utatane no yoru no koromo ni akikaze zo fuku | In the depths of summer Unexpectedly, When dozing At night into my robe The autumn wind does blow! |
Robes scented with orange blossom incense in the night.
うたたねのよるのころもにかをるなり物おもふやどの軒のたち花
utatane no yoru no koromo ni kaoru nari mono’omou yado no noki no tachibana | In fitful doze At night my robe is Scented Gloomy thoughts fill my house With the orange blossom by the eaves. |
[An acrostic] Composed on ryūtamu [gentian].
風さむみなくかりがねのこゑによりうたむ衣をまづやかさまし
kaze samumi naku kari ga ne no koe ni yori utamu koromo o mazu ya kasamashi | That the wind is chill From the crying goose calls’ Sounds, I know; The robes you’re fulling First I would you lend me… |
Ise
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Round Four
Left (Win)
あけぬるか霞の衣たちかへり猶君が代の春をまつかな
akenuru ka kasumi no koromo tachikaeri nao kimi ga yo no haru o matsu kana | Is it the breaking dawn that Hazy raiment Casts back? Ever for my Lord’s reign’s Springtime do I pine! |
Novice Dōchin
7
Right
天の戸のあけゆく空はうれしきを猶はれやらず立つ霞かな
ama no to no akeyuku sora wa ureshiki o nao hareyarazu tatsu kasumi kana | That Heaven’s door Opens to brighten the sky— What joy, but Still, never clearing is The rising haze! |
Dharma Master Nyogan
8
The Left poem’s links with celebration are certainly not something praiseworthy, but I am unable to accept the Right’s ‘joy’. Thus, the Left wins.
Round Three
Left (Win)
春の夜のあくる霞の立田山これや神代の衣なるらん
haru no yo no akuru kasumi no tatsutayama kore ya kamiyo no koromo naruran | At a spring night’s Dawn the haze around Tatsuta Mountain— Is this how in the age of gods Raiment might have been? |
Supernumerary Major Counsellor Moto’ie
5
Right
朝霞雲居をかけて見わたせばいたりいたらぬ山の端もなし
asagasumi kumoi o kakete miwataseba itari itaranu yama no ha mo nashi | When, upon the morning haze Draping from the clouds, I turn my gaze, it Spread out, and fails to reach, Not a single mountain’s edge. |
Nobunari, Senior Third Rank
6
Both Left and Right are difficult to tell apart, yet the Left’s ‘clothing of the Age of Gods’ would seem to be superior.
'Simply moving and elegant'