Round Ten

Left (Win)

よひのまぞ人をばまちしほととぎすあくるまでこそねられざりけれ

yoi no ma zo hito oba machishi hototogisu akuru made koso nerarezarikere

All night long Did I await him once, but T’is the cuckoo: Even more until the dawn, that Keeps me from my sleep!

Shun’e
19

Right

花はすぎ紅葉はまだき夏山にをりえてもなく時鳥かな

hana wa sugi momiji wa madaki natsuyama ni oriete mo naku hototogisu kana

The blossoms are past, and Scarlet leaves have yet to come; In the summer mountains How lively sings The cuckoo!

Kenshō
20

The Left’s poem certainly commands one’s interest.