Round Seventeen

Left

東路のさやの中山なかなかに見えぬものからこひしかるらん

azumaji no saya no nakayama nakanaka ni mienu mono kara koishikaruran

On eastern roads lies Saya no Nakayama: I really Cannot see it at all, so I seem to love it all the more…

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Right

This poem is missing from the surviving texts of the contest.