Round Three

Left

まきのやのしぐれのおとにゆめさめてみやここひしきねにぞぬれぬる

maki no ya no shigure no oto ni yume samete miyako koishiki ne ni zo nurenuru

Beneath a roof of cypress boards The sound of showers Wakes me from my dreams, and Longing for the capital I drench myself with weeping.

Chūnagon
55

Right (Win)

たびねするのぢのしばやにおとづれてすぐるはよはのしぐれなりけり

tabinesuru noji no shibaya ni otozurete suguru wa yowa no shigure narikeri

Sleeping on my travels Cross the plains in a brushwood hut A sound comes calling, Passing by at midnight— A shower.

Sokaku
56

The style of the Left’s poem is elegant but, in addition to feeling that there may well be cypress roofs in places other than the capital, the final line is insufficient, I think. The Right’s poem has nothing remarkable about it, but it sounds pleasant. I make it the winner.