Sages’ Dwellings 仙宮
たちぬはぬ衣の袖しふれければみちとせへてぞ桃もなりける
| tachinuwanu koromo no sode shi furekereba michitose hete zo momo mo narikeru | Neither woven nor sewn are This robe’s sleeves, but When they wave Three thousand years go by Among the peaches. |
Toshiyori
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Eikyū hyakushu 597
Coming of Age 元服
もとゆひのこぞめのいとをくり返し衣の色にひきやうつさん
| motoyui no kozome no ito o kurikaeshi koromo no iro ni hiki ya utsusan | A topknot’s Deeply dyed scarlet cords Winding back and forth – In the shade of your robe, I wonder, will they be reflected? |
Akinaka
Love IX: 24
Left (Win)
からあひの八入の衣色深くなどあながちにつらき心ぞ
| kara’ai no yashio no koromo iro fukaku nado anagachi ni tsuraki kokoro zo |
Deepest indigo Dipped many times, my robe’s Hue is dark, indeed; Why, with such heartless Cruelty am I treated… |
Lord Suetsune
1127
Right
衣衣にうつりし色はあだなれど心ぞ深き忍ぶもぢずり
| kinuginu ni utsurishi iro wa ada naredo kokoro zo fukaki shinobu mojizuri |
My robe’s Hues have shifted; Faithless is she, yet My heart’s depths Are stained with fern-patterned longing… |
Lord Takanobu
1128
The Right state: we wonder whether ‘deepest indigo dipped many times’ (kara’ai no yashio) should not be scarlet. How dark would the colour be then? In response: there is no possibility of interpreting this as scarlet. We have used deep indigo, so what is there to criticise in then using dark? The Left state: while we understand the conception of the poem, we feel the expression is somewhat lacking. ‘My heart’s depths are stained with secret longing’ (kokoro zo fukaki shinobu mojizuri) does not link well with the initial part of the poem.
In judgement: the Left’s initial ‘deepest indigo’ (kara’ai) certainly sounds elegant, and there is no reason to make it scarlet. I also see no reason to fault the use of dark, either. As for the Right, it does not sound as if ‘stained with fern-patterned longing’ (shinobu mojizuri) links with the remainder of the poem – from the beginning to ‘my heart’s depths’ (kokoro zo fukaki). The final ‘stained with fern-patterned longing’ seems to appear abruptly. Deepest indigo should win.
MYS VII: 1311
On clothing.
橡の衣は人皆事なしと言ひし時より着欲しく思ほゆ
| turubami no kinu pa pito mina koto nasi to ipisi toki yori kiposiki omopoyu |
An oak-dyed Robe, so all Say is fine – Since then I would wear one, I feel. |
Horikawa hyakushu 326
橡の衣の色はかはらねど一重になればめづらしき哉
| turubami no koromo no iro Fa kaFarenedo FitoFe ni nareba medurasiki kana |
An oak-dyed Robe’s shade Does never change, yet When but a single layer has it become, How rare it is, indeed! |
Minamoto no Akinaka
源顕仲
Love VII: 16
Left.
つれなしと人をぞさらに思ひ河逢ふ瀬を知らぬ身を恨ても
| tsurenashi to hito o zo sara ni omoigawa ause o shiranu mi o uramitemo |
How cruel She is, I ever feel, My thoughts a river; No rushed meetings between us – I hate myself for that, and yet… |
Lord Kanemune
991
Right (Win).
遥なる程とぞ聞し衣川かた敷く袖の名こそ有けれ
| harukanaru hodo to zo kikishi koromogawa katashiku sode no na koso arikere |
Far, far away Lies, I have heard, The River Robe: For my single spread sleeve How apt that name is! |
Lord Takanobu
992
The Right state: we find the Left’s poem unconvincing. The Left state: the Right’s poem lacks any faults.
In judgement: in the Left’s poem, ‘my thoughts a river’ (omoigawa) is certainly not unconvincing. The latter section of the Right’s poem sounds fine. It should win.
Akahito-shū 150
鴬のこつたふ枝の移り香は桜の花のときの待つ衣
| ugupisu no ko tutapu eda no uturika pa sakura no pana no toki no matu kinu |
The bush warbler Tells me of the branches’ Fragrance: For cherry blossom Season does my robe await. |
Yamabe no Akahito
山辺赤人
Eikyū hyakushu 423
Hidden Love
おもひ出は心ばかりにかよはして衣のくびに事なもらしそ
| omoide wa kokoro bakari ni kayowashite koromo no kubi ni koto na morashi so | My feelings Simply through my heart I send back and forth; On the collar of my robe O, let nothing leak out! |
Minamoto no Nakazane
源仲実
KKS IX: 408
Topic unknown.
都いでて今日みかの原泉河かは風さむし衣かぜ山
| miyako idete keFu mika no Fara idumigaFa kaFakaze samusi koromo kaseyama |
Departing the capital, Today on Mika meadow, From the River Izumi Chill is the wind, indeed, so Lend me your robe, O Kase Moutain! |
Anonymous
Tametadake godo hyakushu 729
百草の花のけぶりや七夕の雲の衣の袖に染むらむ
| momokusa no hana no keburi ya tanabata no kumo no koromo no sode ni shimuramu |
Are all the grasses Blooms, a smoke, that into The Weaver Maid’s Robe of cloud’s Sleeves will sink? |
Fujiwara no Shunzei