Left (Win).
重ねても涼しかりけり夏衣うすき袂にやどる月影
| kasanetemo suzushikarikeri natsugoromo usuki tamoto ni yadoru tsukikage |
Layered on, yet ‘Tis cool, upon My summer garb’s Flimsy sleeves Rests moonlight. |
247
Right.
夏衣へだつともなき袂にも猶よそにこそ風は吹きけれ
| natsugoromo hedatsu mo naki tamoto ni mo nao yoso ni koso kaze wa fukikere |
My summer garb Makes no hindrance With its sleeves; Far away is The breeze a’blowing… |
248
Neither team can find any fault with the other’s poem this round.
Shunzei states, ‘The Left’s poem is perfectly balanced between beginning and end. Thus, it must win.’