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秋はててわが身しぐれにふりぬれば事の葉さへにうつろひにけり
| aki Fatete wa ga mi sigure ni Furinureba koto no Fa saFe ni uturorinikeri | Autumn is done, as you are with My sorry self by showers Drenched, so Even your words Have changed their hue. |
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KKS XVIII: 943
Reikeiden no nyōgo uta’awase 13
Left (Win)
はるのよのちよをひとよになしてしかあくやあかずやねでこころみむ
| haru no yo no chiyo o hitoyo ni nashiteshika aku ya akazu ya nede kokoromimu | Spring nights By the thousand, into a single night Have been made— Am I satisfied or not, Sleepless, how will I know? |
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Right
あひみてもなほなぐさまぬこひなればわがみなれどももてぞわづらふ
| ai mite mo nao nagusamanu koi nakereba wagami naredomo mote zo wazurau | Seeing and meeting you Has not eased My yearning, but without it My sorry self would yet Suffer from your treatment! |
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Reikeiden no nyōgo uta’awase 11
Love without meeting
Left (Win in a certain book)
かひもなきこひをのみしてよのなかにあはぬためしをわれやのこさむ
| kai mo naki koi o nomi shite yo no naka ni awanu tameshi o ware ya nokosamu | Pointlessly Yearning is all I do— In this mundane world, that We never meet: will that habit Be all that is left to me? |
Tadami
21[i]
Right (Win)
人をよにこひにこがるるわがみよりいくらのなみだここらいづらん
| hito o yo ni koi ni kogaruru wagami yori ikura no namida kokora izuran | For her within the night My yearning smoulders on, yet From my sorry self How many tears Might burst out in floods? |
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[i] An almost identical poem is included in Saigū nyōgo kishi joō uta’awase (21).
Nishinomiya uta’awase 09
Round Nine
Left
忍びねを我が袖のみと思ひしを劣らざりけり萩の下露
| shinobine o wa ga sode nomi to omoishi o otorazarikeri hagi no shitazuyu | Secretly Upon my sleeves, alone, I thought, but ‘Twas not lesser than The dewfall ‘neath the bush clover. |
Minor Captain Kin’nori, Fourth Rank
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Right
色かはる萩の下葉の露けさは我が身のうへと成りにけるかな
| iro kawaru hagi no shitaba no tsuyukesa wa wa ga mi no ue to narinikeru kana | A change of hue To the bush clover’s underleaves Drenched with dew— Upon my sorry self Has it befallen, too! |
Tadasue, Senior Assistant Minister of the Sovereign’s Household
18
The image of the droplets of secretly wept upon the poet’s sleeves not being less than those of the dewdrops beneath the bush clover appears extremely charming and moving. In addition, the pain expressed by one’s sorry self being as dew-drenched as the bush clover’s underleaves—this has left my own sleeves, both left and right, seeming as soaked with dewdrops from the bush clover.
SIS XV: 953
Naidaijin-ke uta’awase 37
Sumiyoshi-sha uta’awase kaō ni-nen 58
Round Eight
Left
よのなかをうみわたりつつとしへぬることはつもりのかみやたすけむ
| yo no naka o umiwataritsutsu toshi henuru koto wa tsumori no kami ya tasukemu | In this mundane world, An endless sea of suffering, Have my years gone by; Might Tsumori’s Deity save me, I wonder? |
Dharma Master Shun’e
115
Right (Win)
いへのかぜわがみのうへにすずしかれかみのしるしをあふぐとならば
| ie no kaze wa ga mi no ue ni suzushikare kami no shirushi o augu to naraba | My house’s breeze of fortune To my sorry self I would bring cool, if For a sign from the God I were to seek… |
Lord Sanekuni
116
The Left’s conception is charming, beginning with ‘An endless sea of suffering’ and following this with ‘Might Tsumori’s / Deity save me, I wonder?’, but ‘endless sea of suffering’ does not sound like acceptable diction. The Right’s conception of ‘For a sign from the God / I were to seek’ sounds charming, so I make it the winner.
KYS IX: 518
Composed when viewing the blossom at the Enshūji and recalling former Emperor Gosanjō.
うゑおきしきみもなきよにとしへたる花は我が身のここちこそすれ
| ueokishi kimi mo naki yo ni toshi hetaru hana wa wa ga mi no kokochi koso sure | You planted them here, My Lord, though gone from this world, These many years past— The flowers and my sorry self Both feel the same… |
The Third Prince
三の宮
Sumiyoshi-sha uta’awase kaō ni-nen 52
Round Two
Left (Tie)
すみよしときこゆるさとにいとはずはおきどころなきみをやどさばや
| sumiyoshi to kikoyuru sato ni itowazu wa okidokoro naki mi o yadosaba ya | A pleasant place to live is Sumiyoshi’s Estate, or so I’ve heard, but If it provide no comfort, then My restless Self might it attract… |
Lord Kinshige
103
Right
すぎていにしあきにおくれてしもがるるきくやわがみのたぐひなるらむ
| sugite inishi aki ni okurete shimogaruru kiku ya wa ga mi no tagui naruramu | Past and gone is Autumn, but lingering, Frost-burned Chrysanthemums—is my sorry self Just like them, I wonder? |
Enjitsu
104
Neither the poem of the Left, nor of the Right, sound as if they have any particular faults. Nevertheless, in the case of such poems the assessment varies depending upon the speaker. While the poem of the Left is, indeed, pitiful, it also sounds a bit crude. It would be elegant, I think, if it were a woman’s poem. As for the Right’s poem, if we take it as an expression of grief over orphanhood, then in the final analysis it’s charming as it matches the conception of a scion of a noble house picturing himself as the monarch of the flowers. Then again, we do have the poem by the Enkyū Third Prince:
うゑおきしきみもなきよにとしへたる花は我が身のここちこそすれ
| ueokishi kimi mo naki yo ni toshi hetaru hana wa wa ga mi no kokochi koso sure | You planted them here, My Lord, though gone from this world, These many years past— The flowers and my sorry self Both feel the same…[1] |
This would seem to be in the same vein. Given that the speaker of both poems is unclear, for the moment, these tie.
[1] Composed when viewing the blossom at the Enshūji and recalling former Emperor Gosanjō (KYS IX: 518).