Round Eight
Left
秋風の吹来る声はやまながらなみ立ちかへるおとぞきこゆる
| akikaze no fukikuru koe wa yama nagara nami tachikaeru oto zo kikoyuru | The autumn breeze’s Cry comes gusting; And in the mountains, The sound of waves washing back and forth Comes to my ears. |
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Right
すみの江の松を秋風吹くからにこゑうちそふる沖つ白なみ
| suminoe no matsu o akikaze fuku kara ni koe uchisouru oki tsu shiranami | At Suminoe The pines by the autumn breeze Are blown, so The sound lies atop The whitecaps in the offing. |
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This match took place when, hearing that his courtiers were composing poetry, His Majesty ordered them to compose love poems to the ladies in attendance.
おもひあまりいかでもらさんおく山の岩かきこむる谷の下みづ
| omoi’amari ikade morasan okuyama no iwa kakikomuru tani no shitamizu | My passion’s full, so How should it o’erflow? Deep within the mountains Hemmed in by crags are The waters of the valley floor… |
Major Counsellor Kinzane
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In reply
いかなれば音にのみきく山川の浅きにしもはこころよすらん
| ika nareba oto ni nomi kiku yamakawa no asaki ni shimo wa kokoro yosuran | For some reason, I simply hear the sound Of a mountain stream; Into the shallows, indeed, has Your heart been swept, it seems! |
[Nakako,] The Suō Handmaid
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Icicles
山ざとは谷の下水つららゐていはうつ浪の音だにもせず
| yamazato wa tani no shitamizu tsurara ite iwa utsu nami no oto dani mo sezu | At a mountain retreat The waters in the valley below Have turned to icicles, and Of waves striking the rocks There is no sound, at all. |
Morotoki
Topic unknown.
をぎのはにつゆふきむすぶこがらしのおとぞよさむになりまさるなる
| wogi no Fa ni tuyu Fukimusubu kogarasi no oto zo yosamu ni narimasaru naru | Silver grass fronds Blown with tangling dewdrops, The biting wind’s Howl, night’s chill Does make the stronger. |
Fujiwara no Akitsuna
Flutes 笛
波の音にたぐへてぞ聞く住の江の汀にて吹くこま笛の声
| nami no oto taguete zo kiku suminoe no migiwa nite fuku komabue no koe | The sound of waves Blended, do I hear, At Suminoe By the water’s edge, with The notes of a foreign flute. |
Kanemasa
Temples 寺
木の葉ちり鹿なく秋の山寺はいりあひのかねの音ぞさびしき
| ko no ha chiri shika naku aki no yamadera wa iriai no kane no oto zo sabishiki | Leaves scattering from the trees, and Stags crying – in autumn At a mountain temple The sunset bell’s Toll is lonely, indeed! |
Higo
Temples 寺
有為の世はけふかあすかのかねの音をあはれいつまできかんとすらん
| ui no yo wa kyō ka asu ka no kane no oto o aware itsu made kikan to suran | In this mundane world Today and tomorrow, too, The bell tolls on – How long will its melancholy I continue to hear? |
Kanemasa
Stars 星
夕づつのなどてまだきに入りぬらんねよてふかねの音もせなくに
| yūzutsu no nadote madaki ni irunuran neyo chō kane no oto mo senaku ni | With every eve Why so swiftly Do they seem to set? Though the bell for bed Has yet to toll… |
Tadafusa
A poem with two envoys, composed in respectful response to Tachiyama.
朝日さし そがひに見ゆる 神ながら 御名に帯ばせる 白雲の 千重を押し別け 天そそり 高き立山 冬夏と 別くこともなく 白栲に 雪は降り置きて 古ゆ あり来にければ こごしかも 岩の神さび たまきはる 幾代経にけむ 立ちて居て 見れども異し 峰高み 谷を深みと 落ちたぎつ 清き河内に 朝さらず 霧立ちわたり 夕されば 雲居たなびき 雲居なす 心もしのに 立つ霧の 思ひ過ぐさず 行く水の 音もさやけく 万代に 言ひ継ぎゆかむ 川し絶えずは
| asapi sasi sogapi ni miyuru kamu nagara mina ni obasesu sirakumo no tipe wo osiwake ama sosori takaki tatiyama puyu natu to waku koto mo naku sirotape ni yuki pa puri okite inisipe yu arikinikereba kogosikamo ipa no kamusabi tama kiparu ikuyo penikemu tatiwite miredomo ayasi minedakami tani wo pukami to otitagitu kiyoki ka puti ni asa sarazu kiri tati watari yupu sareba kumowi tanabiki kumowi nasu kokoro mo sino ni tatu kiri no omopi sugusazu yuku midu no woto mo sayakeku yoroduyo ni ipitugi yukamu kapa si taezu wa |
The morning sun shines At my back,and Divine Your great name links: Clouds of white In a thousand layers, you pierce, and Tower into the heavens, Tall Tachiyama! In winter and, in summer both Indistinguishably are you Clad in mulberry white Fallen drifts of snow; Since ancient days Ever has been your estate, Fastened round with Crags divine； ‘til all souls end Have countless ages passed! Standing here, I see you, yet am awed by Your lofty peak and Valley’s deep, where Plunge seething cataracts of Waters pure to pools where Morning never leaves – Mists rise and roll across, and When the evening comes Clouds trail in and Cover all, Even, with sadness, my heart, so The rising mists Never leave my thoughts, and of Your running waters’ Clear, pure sound Through ten thousand ages Will I ever tell Unending as a river’s flow… |
Ōtomo no Ikenushi
大伴池主
秋の日のあやしきほどの黄昏に荻吹く風の音ぞ聞ゆる
| aki no Fi no ayasiki Fodo no tasogare ni wogi Fuku kaze no oto zo kikoyuru |
Autumn days Are most eerie At dusk, when The sound of wind blowing o’er the silver-grass Is all I hear… |