Round Eight
Left (Win)
月影をまつとをしむと秋の夜はふたたび山の端こそつらけれ
| tsukikage o matsu to oshimu to aki no yo wa futatabi yama no ha koso tsurakere | Moonlight A’waiting brings regret On autumn nights— Twice the mountains’ Edge do I hate so! |
Sadanaga
63
Right
吹きはらふ月のあたりの雲みれば春はいとひし風ぞうれしき
| fukiharau tsuki no atari no kumo mireba haru wa itoishi kaze zo ureshiki | Blown away From round the moon The clouds I see, so Hated in spring The wind fills me with joy! |
Koreyuki
64
The Right seems to be saying that clouds are blown away from round the moon, so it sounds as if the diction is reversed. Overall, it lacks soul. While the Left has an archaic conception, it should win.
On the conception of praying for love, when he held a poetry match in one hundred rounds at his house.
いくよわれなみにしをれてき舟がは袖に玉ちる物おもふらん
| iku yo ware nami ni shiorete kibunegawa sode ni tama chiru mono’omouran | How many nights shall I spend Drenched by the waves of Kibune River, with Sleeves scattered with the gemstones Of my gloomy thoughts?[i] |
The Regent and Grand Minister
[i] An allusive variation on GSIS XX: 1163, which is a response poem to GSIS XX: 1162.
Left
神南備のもりによをへて鳴く鹿はすぎゆく秋ををしみとめなん
| kamunabi no mori ni yo o hete naku shika wa sugiyuku aki o oshimi tomenan | In sacred Forests spending his nights The belling stag The passing autumn, Regretfully, does seem to stay! |
7
Right (Win)
こゑたててなくしかばかりをしめどもすぎゆく秋はとまらざらまし
| koe tatete naku shika bakari oshimedomo sugiyuku aki wa tomarazaramashi | Belling out The crying stag is, simply, Filled with regret, yet Autumn, passing by, I would not have linger on! |
8
The Beginning of Autumn
Left (Win—in a certain book Tie)
しぐれにもあめにもあらぬはつぎりのたつにもそらはさしくもりけり
| shigure ni mo ame ni mo aranu hatsugiri no tatsu ni mo sora wa sashikumorikeri | Neither a shower Nor rain, The first mists Simply rise into the skies And cover all with cloud. |
11
Right
としごとにあふとはすれどたなばたのぬるよのかずぞすくなかりける
| toshi goto ni au to suredo tanabata no nuru yo no kazu zo sukunakarikeru | Every year She meets him, yet The Weaver Maid’s Nights of passion Are few indeed. |
Mitsune
12
A poem from the Poetry Contest held by the Dowager Empress during the Reign of the Kanpyō Emperor.
あき山に恋する鹿の声たてて鳴きぞしぬべき君がこぬよは
| akiyama ni koisuru shika no koe tatete naki zo shinubeki kimi ga konu yo wa | In the autumn mountains A loving stag Cries out, I could die from weeping On nights you fail to come to call… |
Anonymous
