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かけまくも あやに畏し 天皇の 神の大御代に 田道間守 常世に渡り 八桙持ち 参ゐ出来し時 時じくの かくの木の実を 畏くも 残したまへれ 国も狭に 生ひ立ち栄え 春されば 孫枝萌いつつ 霍公鳥 鳴く五月には 初花を 枝に手折りて 娘子らに つとにも遣りみ 白栲の 袖にも扱入れ かぐはしみ 置きて枯らしみ あゆる実は 玉に貫きつつ 手に巻きて 見れども飽かず 秋づけば しぐれの雨降り あしひきの 山の木末は 紅に にほひ散れども 橘の なれるその実は ひた照りに いや見が欲しく み雪降る 冬に至れば 霜置けども その葉も枯れず 常磐なす いやさかはえに しかれこそ 神の御代より よろしなへ この橘を 時じくの かくの木の実と 名付けけらしも

kakemaku mo
aya ni kashikosi
sumeroki no
kami no opomiyo ni
tokoyo ni watari
ya poko moti
mawidekosi toki
toki ziku no
kaku ko no mi wo
kasikoku mo
kuni mo se ni
paru sareba
pikoe moitutu
naku satuki ni pa
patu pana wo
eda ni taworite
wotomera ni
tuto ni mo yarimi
sirotape no
sode ni mo kokire
kagu pasimi
wokite karasimi
ayuru mi pa
tama ni nukitutu
te ni makite
miredomo akazu
sigure no amepuri
asipiki no
yama no konure pa
kurenawi ni
nipopi tiredomo
tatibana no
nareru sono mi pa
pitatere ni
iya migaposiku
miyuki puru
puyu ni itareba
simo wokedomo
sono pa mo karezu
tokipa nasu
iya sakapape ni
sikare koso
kami no miyo yori
kono tatibana wo
toki ziku no
kaku no ko no mi to
nadukekerasi mo
Even giving voice
Fills me with awe:
In the emperor’s
Divine past ages,
Crossed to the land of everlasting life;
Eight spears in hand,
When he did return
Untouched by time
These fragrant trees’ fruit
With awe
Did he leave for us.
All throughout the land
Do they grow and flourish, and
When the spring does come,
From fresh branches stretching out,
The cuckoo
Calls in the Fifth Month;
The first blooms
From the branches I take by hand, and
To the maidens
I present them;
Into their white-mulberry
Sleeves they thrust them;
The fragrance sinks
And lies there unfading;
Fallen fruit as
Gems I thread,
Wound about my hand
I gaze upon them, yet can never get my fill;
With autumn’s advent
Rain showers fall, and
Moutain treetops turn
To scarlet
Glowing and scattering, yet
The orange
Ripened fruit
Ever attracting the eye;
When snow falls
And winter comes,
Frost wraps them, yet
Their leaves remain unwithered,
Freshly flourishing,
And thus,
From the Age of Gods
The orange
Fragranced fruit
Has been called!

Ōtomo no Yakamochi

MYS VI: 1009

A poem composed in winter in the Eleventh Month, by His Majesty, when the Major Controller of the Left, Prince Kazuragi, and others, were granted the name Tachibana.


tatibana pa
mi sape pana sape
sono pa sape
e ni simo puredo
iya toko pa no ki
O, orange tree:
Fruit and flowers both,
And leaves, too,
Even should frost fall on your branches
Evegreen will you be!

The above poem was composed in winter, on the 9th day of the Eleventh Month, after Prince Kazuragi, Junior Third Rank, and Prince Sai, Junior Fourth Rank, Upper Grade, among others, surrendered their membership of the imperial family and were granted the name of Tachibana. At that time Former Emperor [Genshō], the Emperor [Shōmu], and Empress [Kōmyō], were present in the Empress’ quarters, and hosted a banquet at which poems celebrating the name of Tachibana were composed, and sake was presented to the new members of the family. It is alternatively said, ‘This poem was composed by the Former Emperor. In addition, the Emperor and the Empress each composed a single poem. Those poems were lost and cannot now be located.’ If one seeks copies of the documents now, they say that on the 9th day of the Eleventh Month [Tenpyō] 8 [736], Prince Kazuragi and other submitted a request to the throne to be granted the name of Tachibana. On the 17th day the request was granted.

Summer II: 6

Left (Win).


tachibana no
nioi o kaze no
mukashi ni kaesu
yowa no sagoromo
Orange blossom
Scent upon the breeze
Me back to times gone by,
In my night-time garb…

Lord Ari’ie.




noki chikaki
hana tachibana ni
kaze sugite
nioi o nokosu
semi no hagoromo
Close by my eaves
The orange blossom
Brushed by the breeze
Leaves its scent upon
The cicada’s gossamer garb.

Lord Takanobu.


The Right team have no particular criticisms to make this round. The Left, however, say that, ‘the expression “the orange blossom brushed by the breeze” (hana tachibana ni kaze sugite) sounds old-fashioned. Furthermore, “cicada’s gossamer garb” (semi no hagoromo) seems somewhat unexpected.’

Shunzei seems to agree, simply saying, ‘The Left’s “urges me back to times gone by, in my night-time garb’ (mukashi ni kaesu yowa no sagoromo) seems particularly fine. It must win.’