Round Nine
Left
川ぎりのふもとをこめて立ちぬれば空にぞ秋の山はみえける
| kawagiri no fumoto o komete tachinureba sora ni zo aki no yama wa miekeru | The river mists Around the foothills Have risen, so ‘Tis in the skies that autumn On the mountains is revealed. |
Fukayabu
17
Right
年毎の紅葉ばながす立田川みなとや秋のとまりなるらん
| toshigoto no momijiba nagasu tatsutagawa minato ya aki no tomari naruran | Every single year Scarlet leaves wash down The Tatsuta River; Is it at the mouth that autumn Might find its port? |
18
Round Two
Left
年のうちに春はきにけりひととせをこぞとやいはん今年とやいはん
| toshi no uchi ni haru wa kinikeri hito tose o kozo to ya iwan kotoshi to ya iwan | Within the year Spring has come once more, so A single year: Should I say ‘tis last year, or Should I say ‘tis this one? |
Ariwara no Motokata
3[1]
Right (Win)
みよしのの山べにさけるさくら花雪かとのみぞあやまたれける
| miyoshino no yamabe ni sakeru sakurabana yuki ka to nomi zo ayamatarekeru | In fair Yoshino In the mountains, the flowering Cherry blossoms: Simply for snow I did mistake them! |
Ki no Tomonori
4[2]
[1] Kokin rokujō I: 1
[2] Kokinshū I: 60
When people were commanded to compose a seventeen poem sequence.
冬の空日影みじかき比なればいとどほどなく暮るる年かな
| fuyu no sora hikage mijikaki koro nareba itodo hodo naku kururu toshi kana | The winter sky’s Sunlight hours are Brief, so Shortly, very shortly The year will reach its evening. |
Dharma Seal Kakkan
Spring
Left
春のたつ霞の衣うらもなく年を経てこそ花の散りけれ
| haru no tatsu kasumi no koromo ura mo naku toshi o hete koso hana no chirikere | Spring does sew A robe of haze Without an underlay, The year passes by in A scattering of blossom |
1
春の野の雪間をわけていつしかと君がためとぞ若菜摘みつる
| haru no no no yuki ma o wakete itsushika to kimi ga tame to zo wakana tsumitsuru | Across the springtime meadows Do I forge between the snows, Eagerly, so eagerly, For you, my Lord, Have I gathered fresh herbs! |
2
春霞かすみこめたる山里はこほりとくともかげはみえじを
| harugasumi kasumi kometaru yamazato wa kōri toku tomo kage wa mieji o | The haze of spring Blurs all around A mountain retreat, Even were the ice to melt I could see no sign of it! |
3
Right
梅枝にきゐる鶯年毎に花の匂ひをあかぬ声する
| ume ga e ni ki’iru uguisu toshigoto ni hana no nioi o akanu koesuru | Upon the plum tree’s branches Has come to rest the warbler; Every single year, that Of the blossoms’ scent He cannot get his fill he sings. |
4
桜色に花さく雨はふりぬとも千しほぞそめてうつろふなそで
| sakurairo ni hana saku ame wa furinu tomo chishio zo somete utsurou na sode | Cherry-coloured Blossoms flower, as the rain Falls on, yet Dyed a thousand times Fade not, o, my sleeves! |
5
青柳のいとはるばると緑なる行末までも思ひこそやれ
| aoyagi no ito harubaru to midori naru yukusue made mo omoi koso yare | The willow’s Branches dangle lengthily So green Right to the very end Will I fondly think of you. |
6
Topic unknown.
いつしかと山の桜もわがごとく年のこなたにはるをまつらん
| itusika to yama no sakura mo wa ga gotoku tosi no konata ni Faru o maturan | Eagerly The mountain cherries Just as I, On this side of the year’s end Seem to await the springtime. |
Anonymous
こと玉のおぼつかなさにをかみすとこずゑすゑても年をこすかな
| kotodama no obotsukanasa ni okamisu to kozue suete mo toshi o kosu kana | The mystery of words Leaves me uncertain; Viewing the land from yonder hilltop, Even the firmly planted treetops, Pass through the year! |
Minamoto no Toshiyori (Shunrai)
なに事を待つとはなしに明けくれてことしもけふになりにけるかな
| nanigoto o matsu to wa nashi ni akekurete kotoshi mo kyō ni narinikeru kana | What is there To wait for? Nothing! Dawn, then dusk and The new year, too, today Has come! |
Minamoto no Kunizane
源国信
よし野河ながれて過ぐるとしなみにたちゐのかげも暮れにけるかな
| yoshinogawa nagarete suguru toshinami ni tachi’i no kage mo kurenikeru kana | The River Yoshino Flows past The year’s waves Rise and fall, shapes Vanish into the twilight. |
Ōe no Masafusa
Composed on the conception of the evening of the year by the sea, at the residence of the Tsuchimikado Palace Minister.
ゆくとしをゝじまのあまのぬれ衣かさねて袖になみやかくらん
| yuku toshi o ojima no ama no nuregoromo kasnete sode ni nami ya kakuran | The parting year covers me with Regret, as at Ojima the fisherfolk’s Drenched robes are Laid atop each other, with sleeves Still washed by waves, it seems… |
Fujiwara no Ari’ie
At the evening of the year, when she was lamenting that she had grown old.
かぞふればとしののこりもなかりけり老いぬるばかりかなしきはなし
| kazoureba toshi no nokori mo nakarikeri oinuru bakari kanashiki wa nashi | I count the days, but Remnants of this year Are none; My age, simply brings Nothing but sadness. |
Izumi Shikibu