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Eien narabō uta’awase 15

The Moon

Round One

Left (Win)

いたまよりねざめのとこにもる月をこひしきひととおもはましかば

itama yori
nezame no toko ni
moru tsuki o
koishiki hito to
omowamashikaba
Between the boards,
Waking me in my bed
Drips moonlight—
The man I love
If only it did more than bring to mind…

Lord Dainagon
29

Right

くれはどりふたむらやまをきて見ればめもあやにこそ月も見えけれ

kurehadori
futamurayama o
kite mireba
me mo aya ni koso
tsuki mo miekere
When the weave of twilight
Upon Futamura Mountain
One comes to see,
Another pattern fills the eye—
Bright moonlight.

Lord Chūnagon
30

The poem of the Left has an extremely refined configuration, but is lacking much of a conception of the moon, and has a much greater one of love. The poem of the Right has a moving conception, but it is about scarlet leaves that one says ‘another pattern fills the eye’. There have been no compositions to date utilizing this about the moon. As both poems have dubious elements, I feel they are of the same quality.

I must say that the initial section of the poem of the Left, ‘between the boards’, is something that not even the poets of bygone days placed at the beginning of their poems. I would say that such expressions as ‘between the boards of a ruined house’ sound blended, implying that the appearance within is fine. Perhaps the poet mistook this? In addition, I do not feel that this is a moon poem, and would have to say that it’s a love one. It really is very odd, isn’t it—suddenly including a love poem here. The poem of the Right has nothing about it worth mentioning, yet it appears to be a moon poem superficially. There’s nothing for it but, faced with the poem of the Left, which beats the hastiest of hasty retreats and ignores the essential meaning of the topic, but to make it the winner!

Entō ōn’uta’awase 22

Round Twenty-Two

Left (Win)

五月雨にやすらふ暮の時鳥そなたの雲に声なへだてそ

samidare ni
yasurau kure no
hototogisu
sonata no kumo ni
koe na hedate so
In a summer shower,
Hesitating, at twilight,
O, cuckoo,
Let not the intervening clouds
Interrupt your song!

Shō
43

Right

過ぎぬなりさやはちぎりし時鳥なく音ばかりはこぞにかはらで

suginunari
saya wa chigirishi
hototogisu
naku ne bakari wa
kozo ni kawarade
And so you’ve flown by—
Is that what you vowed,
O, cuckoo?
For only the sound of your song
Is unchanged from the year before…

Nagatsuna
44

The Left’s poem doesn’t seem bad. The Right poem’s ‘For only the sound of your song is unchanged from the year before’ is somewhat difficult to grasp—if the cuckoo’s call has not changed, then what has? After all, cuckoos have ‘the voice of yesteryear’[1]—among other references—so it’s obvious that their calls don’t change, so the Left is somewhat better, I think.


[1] KKS III: 137

Yasuakira shinnō tachihaki no jin uta’awase 08

Silver grass

Left (Tie)

はなすすきほにいづるをのはしらくものあさゐるとのみあやまたれけり

hanasusuki
ho ni izuru ono wa
shirakumo no
asa iru to nomi
ayamatarekeri
Silver grass
Fronds appear upon the plains
For clouds of white
Spreading through the morning, simply
Have I mistaken them.

Ariwara no Suetaka
15

Right

はなすすきほのくれがたのつゆけきはうきよのなかをそよとしればか

hanasusuki
ho no kuregata no
tsuyukeki wa
ukiyo no naka o
soyo to shireba ka
The silver grass
Fronds at twilight
Are dew-drenched—
That this cruel world
Is so, I wonder if they know?

Fujiwara no Aritoki
16

Daikōtaigōgū no suke taira no tsunemori-ason ke uta’awase 23

Round Eleven

Left

さをしかの空にあはれときこゆるは山のたかねになけばなりけり

saoshika no
sora ni aware to
kikoyuru wa
yama no takane ni
nakeba narikeri
A stag belling
To the skies, sadly
I hear—
Perhaps, because ‘tis on the mountain’s peak
He cries so…

Lord Masahira

45

Right (Win)

ゆふまぐれ霧のまがきのさびしさにをしか鳴くなり秋の山里

yūmagure
kiri no magaki no
sabishisa ni
oshika nakunari
aki no yamazato
Tangled in twilight
With mist around my brushwood fence,
Loneliness fills me, as
A stag bells, by
A mountain retreat in autumn

Shinkaku
46

What on earth is the conception of ‘sadly hearing something in the skies’? While no one can truly know why a stag bells, what is the point of saying that ‘sadness is in the skies’? And if one does hear it, it isn’t the case that anyone really knows that the stag is belling out of longing for his mate, is it. The stag seeming to bell by a brushwood fence in the mist, seems to sound a bit more moving at the moment.