九月の九日ごとに百敷の八十氏人の若ゆてふ菊
| nagatuki no kokonuka goto ni momosiki no yaso’udibito no wakayu teFu kiku |
On every Ninth Month’s Ninth day, Hundredfold, The multitudes of palace folk Regain their youth with chrysanthemums! |
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Mitsune-shū 65
SZS V: 368
SZS IV: 271
Composed on the conception of thinking about flowers in the meadows.
今はしも穂に出でぬらむ東路の石田の小野の篠の小薄
| ima wa simo Fo ni idenuramu adumadi no iFata no wono no sino no wosusuki |
Now it is that Their fronds seem to appear: On the eastern roads, Through Iwata meadows, Fresh silver-grass among the arrow bamboo. |
Fujiwara no Kore’ie
藤原伊家
SZS II: 109
Composed on violets, at the time of the same hundred poem sequence.
雉子鳴く石田の小野の坪菫しめさすばかりなりにけるかな
| kigisu naku iFata no wono no tubosumire sime sasu bakari narinikeru kana |
Pheasants call From Iwata meadows where Violets are Simply symbols of Their possession. |
Akisue
顕季
This poem is also Horikawa hyakushu 245.
Love VI: 28
Left.
限りなき下の思ひの行衛とて燃えん煙のはてや見るべき
| kagirinaki shita no omoi no yukue tote moen kemuri no hate ya mirubeki |
Without limit is My secret love: Does it lead to Burning smoke For her in the end to see? |
Lord Sada’ie.
955
Right (Win).
藻塩燒く浦の煙を風に見てなびかぬ人の心をぞ思ふ
| moshio yaku ura no kemuri o kaze ni mite nabikanu hito no kokoro o zo omou |
Seaweed salt burning On the shore, smoke Sighted in the wind; No trails from her Heart to me, alas… |
Nobusada.
956
The Right state: the Left’s poem lacks smoke. The Left state: saying ‘sighted in the wind’ (kaze ni mite) sounds poor.
In judgement: the poem of the Right, which the Gentlemen of the Left have said ‘sounds poor’, has as its central section ‘sighted in the wind’, which I feel sounds extremely pleasant. The final section also sounds good. Thus, the Right wins.
Love VI: 27
Left (Tie).
憂き人に思ひ消たるる身の程を知らぬは戀の煙也けり
| ukibito ni omoiketaruru mi no hodo o shiranu wa koi no kemuri narikeri |
From that cruel one’s Thoughts, extinguished I am, all Unknowing of love’s Embers smoking. |
Lord Kanemune.
953
Right.
昔かく戀する人や富士の嶺の絶えぬ煙と燃えはじめけん
| mukashi kaku koisuru hito ya fuji no ne no taenu keburi to moehajimeken |
Long ago, in such Love did folk as The peak of Fuji With everlasting smoke Begin to burn? |
The Supernumerary Master of the Empress’ Household Office.
954
The Right state: the Left’s poem has no faults. The Left state: the Right’s poem is pedestrian.
In judgement: the Left’s ‘cruel one’ (ukibito) and the Right’s ‘folk in love’ (koisuru hito) should tie.