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SZS V: 315

Composed in the conception of hearing stags while staying overnight at a port.


yobune kogi’iduru
oFikaze ni
sika no kowe saFe
seto watarunari
At Minato River
The night boats row out
Carried on the wind
Do even the stags’ cries
Carry across the straits?

Dōin (1090-1182)

Love I: 16

Left (Win).


na ni tateru
otowa no taki mo
oto ni nomi
kiku yori sode no
nururu mono ka wa
The name is known:
Otowa Falls
Sounds forth; and just
Hearing that
Is enough to soak my sleeves? Surely not!

Lord Ari’ie.




shika no ne mo
arashi no taguu
kane no oto mo
kiku yori koso wa
sode wa nureshika
The braying of the stags, and
With the storm wind
The tolling bells:
Hearing alone
Does soak my sleeves.



The Gentlemen of the Right state: there is nothing worth mentioning in the Left’s poem. The Gentlemen of the Left state: using ne (‘braying’) and oto (‘sound’) in the same poem is a fault [yamai].

Shunzei’s judgement: Both poems are tasteful in form [utazama wa yū] , but the Right’s does contain a fault, as the Left have stated. Thus, the Left should win.

Autumn I: 19



taka no ko o
te ni mo suenedo
uzura naku
awazu no hara ni
kyō mo kurashitsu
A hawklet
On my arm have I not, yet
The quails are crying
On Awazu plain, as
The day turns dark.





aki to ieba
uzura naku nari
shika no ne o koso
hana ni makasure
Autumn is
The quails crying, while
From a field of fresh bush clover,
The stags’ call,
Summoned by the blossoms.



The Right state they have no particular criticisms of the Left this round. The Left, however, remark that, ‘“Quails” do not have such a general reputation. The use of “summoned by the blossoms” (hana ni makasure) is also dubious.’

Shunzei remarks, ‘The Left’s poem would seem to be in the spirit of the popular song “A Hawklet”, except that here the poet lacks the hawklet and “on Awazu plain, the day turns dark” (awazu no hara ni kyō mo kurashitsu). I can only think that he has spent the entire day there wondering about hunting quail! I also feel that the poem’s whole construction is rather commonplace. The Right’s poem is, indeed, poetic, and were there an exemplar poem for the blossoms summoning “the stags’ call” (shika no ne), I would make it the winner. In its absence, the round ties.’