Left (Win).
袖のうへになるるも人の形見かは我と宿せる秋の夜の月
| sode no ue ni naruru mo hito no katami ka wa ware to yadoseru aki no yo no tsuki |
Resting atop my sleeves Of my love so fond Are these keepsakes? Remaining with me, alone Is the moon this autumn night… |
A Servant Girl.
911
Right.
ひとり住む宿の気色とあはれとや憂き身とゝもに在明の月
| hitori sumu yado no keshiki to aware to ya ukimi to tomo ni ariake no tsuki |
Living alone, Is the sight of my home So pitiful? Alike are we in desolation, O, dawntime moon! |
Lord Tsune’ie.
912
The Right state: the Left’s poem has no faults. The Left state: the Right’s poem lacks a clear conception of love.
In judgement: the Left’s poem, indeed, has no faults. It should win.