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小笹原葉末の露は玉に似て石なき山を行く心地する
| ozasawara hazue no tsuyu wa tama ni nite ishinaki yama o yuku kokochisuru |
In the groves of young broad-leaved bamboo Dewdrops on the leaf-tips Resemble jewels; Through mountains with no rocks I feel as if I travel! |
Saigyō
西行
小笹原玉ぬく露を見る折りはしばしな吹きそ山颪の風
| ozasaFara tama nuku tuyu wo miru wori Fa sibasi na Fuki so yama orosi no kaze |
The groves of young broad-leaved bamboo Gem-strung with dew Do seem – for that time Briefly blow not, O, wind from off the mountains! |
老い果てて露のしるしもなき身にはなほや折りてむ九月の菊
| oihatete tsuyu no shirushi mo nakimi ni wa nao ya oritemu nagatsuki no kiku |
Greatly aged, The dew is a sign of What is gone; Should I yet pick A chrysanthemum in the Ninth Month? |
Daishin
大進
折る菊の露に濡れぬる今日よりや千年の秋に逢はむとすらむ
| oru kiku no tsuyu ni nurenuru kyō yori ya chitose no aki ni awamu to suramu |
Picked chrysanthemums’ Dew dampens us Today – will we For a thousand years of autumns Decide to meet together? |
Higo, from the Residence of the Kyōgoku Regent
京極関白家肥後
露深き菊をし折れる心あらば千代のあだ名はたたむとぞ思ふ
| tuyu Fukaki kiku wo si woreru kokoro araba tiyo no adana Fa tatamu to zo omoFu |
Drenched in dew, Picking chrysanthemums: Should you have a mind to that, Then a thousand years of old-wives’ tales Would arise about you, I feel! |
Ki no Tsurayuki
紀貫之
百年を人に留むる玉なればあだにやは見る菊の上の露
| momotose wo Fito ni todomuru tama nareba ada ni ya Fa miru kiku no uFe no tuyu |
A century For folk is halted By these gems, so Can I look lightly on Dewdrops upon chrysanthemums? |
Ki no Tsurayuki
紀貫之
限りなく君が齢を延へつつ名だたる宿の露とならなむ
| kagirinaku kimi ga yoFaFi wo nobaFetutu nadataru yado no tuyu to naruramu |
Limitless My Lord, are the years That stretch before you; In such an illustrious house A dewdrop is what I would be. |
Ise
伊勢
柞原露の白灰さしつるは時雨の雨ぞ上染めはする
| hahasowara tsuyu no shirahai sashitsuru wa shigure no ame zo uwazome wa suru |
The oaks with The dew’s white ash Are covered; A shower of rain Does over-dye it. |
Fujiwara no Nakazane
藤原仲実
秋の夜の稲葉の露に稲妻の光を宿す程は我が身か
| aki no yo no inaba no tsuyu ni inazuma no hikari o yadosu hodo wa wa ga mi ka |
On an autumn night In the dewdrops on the rice fronds The lightning’s Light does lodge – Will I last as long? |
Minamoto no Nakazane
Left (Win).
さらでだに恨みんと思ふ我妹子が衣の裾に秋風ぞ吹く
| sarade dani uramin to omou wagimoko ga koromo no suso ni akikaze zo fuku |
That is not it, yet even so, I do think to hate My darling girl, Her robe hem Blown by the autumn wind… |
Lord Ari’ie.
935
Right.
いかなれば露をば払ふ風の音に物思ふ袖の濡れまさるらん
| ika nareba tsuyu o harau kaze no oto ni mono’omou sode no nuremasaruran |
For some reason Dewdrops blown by The wind – the mere sound Brings to my gloomy sleeves A dampness most extreme… |
Jakuren.
936
The Right state: the Left’s poem is most admirable. The Left state: the Right’s poem is definitely not!
In judgement: to give the gist of the comments by the Gentlemen of the Left and the Right, the Left’s poem is admirable, and the Right’s poem is not admirable at all. I see no need to make much more of this round that that, so, the Left wins.