Love
Left
恋せじと御手洗川に御祓して神うけつらんとおもほゆるかな
koi seji to mitarashigawa ni oharaishite kami uketsuran to omohoyuru kana I’ll not fall in love, and At the River Mitarashi Purify myself— Would the gods then accept me, I wonder!
25
恋なれどそこにもすまぬひれはみづにごれりとおもほゆるかな
koi naredo soko ni mo sumanu hire wa mizu nigoreri to omohoyuru kana This is love, yet The deeps are all disturbed, with Fins the waters Clouding, I feel!
26
こひわたる程のふかさにそめ川の色あさからじとおもほゆるかな
koiwataru hodo no fukasa ni somekawa no iro asakaraji to omohoyuru kana So long have I loved you that The depths of Dyers’ River have Lost their pale hues I feel!
27
Right
おもふとて夕ぐれがたのながめをや人待つほどの恋といふらん
omou tote yūguregata no nagame o ya hito matsu hodo no koi to iuran Thinking of him As evening draws on, and I gaze on long rains falling; is Time pining for a man Being in love, I wonder?
28
年の内にあまる月日の有りければかぞへのうちにははわぶるかな
toshi no uchi ni amaru tsuki hi no arikereba kazoe no uchi ni haha waburu kana Throughout the year The days and months mount up So Counting them My mother grieves!
29
Left (Win) 心通ふゆききの舟のながめにもさしてかばかり物は思はじ
kokoro kayou yukiki no fune no nagame ni mo sashite ka bakari mono wa omowaji Her heart goes out On the back-and-forth of boats That fill her gaze, but Surely her Thoughts will not be as mine…
Lord Sada’ie 1149
Right 舟のうち浪の上なる浮き寝には立ち帰るとて袖ぞ濡れける
fune no uchi nami no ue naru ukine ni wa tachikaeru tote sode zo nurekeru Within a boat, Atop the waves I sleep but briefly and When I am to leave, How soaked are my sleeves…
Lord Tsune’ie 1150
As the previous round.
In judgement: the use of ‘surely’ (sashite) in the final section of the Left’s poem sounds like it has been deliberately used to evoke a connection with the earlier ‘boat’ (fune). The initial section of the Right’s poem draws, yet again, on Mochitoki’s over-long line. The latter section also sounds like a deliberate use of evocative language, and the final line lacks impact. It is inferior to the Left’s poem.
On rain.
秋萩を散らす長雨の降るころはひとり起き居て恋ふる夜ぞ多き
aki pagi wo
tirasu nagame no
puru koro pa
pitori okiwite
kopuru yo zo opoki
In autumn the bush clover
Is scattered by the long rains
Falling; a time when
I wake alone
From many nights of yearning.
Anonymous
'Simply moving and elegant'