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MYS VIII: 1596

A poem by Ōtomo no sukune Yakamochi when he arrived at a maiden’s gate.

妹家之 門田乎見跡 打出来之 情毛知久 照月夜鴨

いもがいへの かどたをみむと うちいでこし こころもしるく てるつくよかも

imo ga ipe no
kadota wo mimu to
uti’idekosi
kokoro mo siruku
teru tukuyo kamo
My darling’s house has
Rice fields before its door—to see them
Have I come,
My heart brightened on
A shining moonlit night!
A kuzushiji version of the poem's text.
Created with Soan.

Koresada shinnō-ke uta’awase 33

あきくともみどりのかへであらませばちらずぞあらましもみぢならねど

aki ku tomo
midori no kaede
aramaseba
chirazu zo aramashi
momiji naranedo
Autumn comes, yet
The maples in green
Do display themselves, so
I would you not scatter,
For your leaves have not turned scarlet…

65

しづはたにこひはすれどもこぬ人をまつむしのねぞあきはかなしき

shizu wa ta ni
koi wa suredomo
konu hito o
matsumushi no ne zo
aki wa kanashiki
Peasants in the rice-fields
Do fall in love, yet
For a man who fails to come, I
Pine crickets cries make
Autumn all the more sad.

66

Autumn I: 14

Left (Tie).

稲妻の光にのみやなぐさめむ田中の里の夕闇の空

inazuma no
hikari ni nomi ya
nagusamemu
tanaka no sato no
yūyami no sora
Is it lightning’s
Light alone, that
Can console?
Dwelling among the rice-fields
Beneath the blackened evening sky.

Kenshō.

327

Right (Tie).

賤の男が山田の庵の苫を粗み漏る稲妻を友とこそ見れ

shitsu no o ga
yamada no io no
toma o arami
moru inazuma o
tomo to koso mire
A peasant in
The mountain fields, whose hut has
A rough roof of straw:
The lightning dripping in
Seems his single friend.

Lord Tsune’ie.

328

As with the previous round, neither team can find fault with the other’s poem.

Shunzei, however, says, ‘The initial part of the Left’s poem is fine, indeed, but one wonders where the “dwelling among the rice fields” (tanaka no sato) is. I wonder whether nowadays poets can simply refer to a house among the rice fields. I do seem to have heard it before, but for the life of me I cannot remember where. As for the Right’s poem, this, too, has a perfectly standard beginning, but then has the expression “lightning dripping” (moru inazuma) – this seems rather new-fangled to me! Both poems are about the same.’