Round Nineteen
Left (Win)
うちはらふ枕のちりもかくれなくあれたる宿をてらす月影
uchiharau makura no chiri mo kakurenaku aretaru yado o terasu tsukikage Needing to be swept away, The dust upon my pillow Cannot be concealed In my dilapidated dwelling, when The moonlight shines within…
Taifu 37
Right
秋の夜の月みる袖におく露やひるにかはれるしるしなるらん
aki no yo no tsuki miru sode ni oku tsuyu ya hiru ni kawareru shirushi naruran On an autumn night Upon my sleeves, when gazing at the moon, Fall dewdrops— That all is changed from daytime Might they be a sign?
Yorisuke 38
In both the moon is bright, and I feel they reflect the essential meaning of the topic, but as its diction is currently slightly more familiar, I make the Left the winner. It would be possible to call this a tie, too, though.
On seeing sweet flags, when rain was falling in the Fifth Month.
袖ぬれてけふふくやどのあやめ草いづれの沼に誰か引きけむ
sode nurete kyō fuku yado no ayamegusa izure no numa ni tare ka hikikemu My sleeves drenched, and Today the house is decked with Sweet flags; Where is the marsh, and Who was it might have picked them?
Summer
Composed on changing clothes.
をしみこしはなのたもともぬぎかへつ人の心ぞ夏には有りける
oshimikoshi hana no tamoto mo nugikaetsu hito no kokoro zo natsu ni wa arikeru Regretfully, Be’blossomed sleeves Have been put off and changed— In folk’s hearts, indeed, Does summer lie now.
Round Fourteen
Left (Win)
七夕のわかるる今朝のたもとにや秋の白露おきはじむらん
tanabata no wakaruru kesa no tamoto ni ya aki no shiratsuyu okihajimuran The Weaver Maid Parts from him this morn, Upon her sleeves Autumn’s silver dewdrops Must have begun to fall…
Shun’e 27
Right
秋へてもはてなき中をみるをりは七夕つめぞうらやまれける
aki hete mo hatenaki naka o miru ori wa tanabatatsume zo urayamarekeru Though the autumns pass, When on their endless bond She ponders, Even the Weaver Maid Must despise her lot!
Kenshō 28
Round Eleven
Tanabata
Left (Win)
七夕はたえぬ契りをうれしともこよひばかりやおもひしるらん
tanabata wa taenu chigiri o ureshi tomo koyoi bakari ya omoishiruran The Weaver Maid’s Unending vow is A source of joy, yet Is it only on this night That she truly feels it?
Shun’e 21
Right
天の河わたるこよひや七夕は中中袖をぬらさざるらん
ama no kawa wataru koyoi ya tanabata wa nakanaka sode o nurasazaruran The River of Heaven Does she cross tonight, so The Weaver Maid Truly, her sleeves Dampens not, I think!
Yorisuke 22
Round Five
Left (Tie)
にほふ香はいづれの梅もかはらねど色なる花ぞわきて身にしむ
niou ka wa izure no ume mo kawaranedo \iro naru hana zo wakite mi ni shimu The fragrant scent of Any plum Varies not, yet Those with scarlet hues Especially pierce my breast!
Iemoto 9
Right
梅の花かをばたもとにしむれども色をばえこそうつさざりけれ
ume no hana ka oba tamoto ni shimuredomo iro oba e koso utsusazarikeri The plum blossoms’ Scent into my sleeves Has sunk, yet Their hues, of all things, Have shifted not!
Kūnin 10
I wish I could say that the Left is superior, but that is not the case, so a tie.
Plum
Round Three
Left (Tie)
あしがきのおくゆかしくもみゆるかな誰がすむ宿の梅の立えぞ
ashigaki no oku yukashiku mo miyuru kana ta ga sumu yado no ume no tachie zo A fence of reeds and Within, how charming They appear! Who is it dwells at this house of Beckoning branches of plum?
Lord Kiyosuke 5
Right
ひばりあがる春の日ぐらし袖たれてかきねの梅の花みるわれは
hibari agaru haru no higurashi sode tarete kakine no ume no hana miru ware wa Skylarks soar In springtime all day long, Dangling my sleeves, upon The plum inside the lattice fence, At the blossom gaze I…
Kenshō 6
The Left is in cliched style, while the final line of the Right is interrupted—a tie, I think.
Topic unknown.
武蔵野は袖ひつばかりわけしかどわか紫はたづねわびにき
musasino Fa sode Fitu bakari wakesikado wakamurasaki Fa tadune wabiniki Across Musashi plain, Enough to soak my sleeves Did I forge my way, yet My young gromwell Sadly I found not.
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うけとむるそでをしをに てつらぬかばなみだのたまのかずは見てまし
uketomuru sode o shi o ni te tsuranukaba namida no tama no kazu wa mitemashi Resting On my sleeves—should they a cord To string them be, then My gemstone tears Number would you clearly see…
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わがやどの八重のやまぶき露をおもみうちはらふ袖のそほちぬるかな
wa ga yado no yae no yamabuki tsuyu o omomi uchiharau sode no sōchinuru kana At my home The eightfold kerria is Weighed down with dew; Brushing it away, my sleeves Are completely soaked!
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