Composed for a folding screen of the twelve months, during the Engi period.
夏はつる扇と秋の白露といづれかまづはおかむとすらん
| natsu hatsuru ōgi to aki no shiratsuyu to izure ka mazu wa okamu to suran | With the end of summer My fan or the autumn’s Silver dewdrops Which will be the first To fall, I wonder! |
Mibu no Tadamine
This poem is also Wakan rōeishū 169.
Left (Tie).
知らざりし夜深き風の音も似ず手枕うとき秋のこなたは
| shirazarishi yo fukaki kaze no oto mo nizu tamakura utoki aki no konata wa |
I did not know The in the depths of night, the wind Would not sound the same; No longer pillowed on your arm Since you tired of me this autumn… |
Lord Sada’ie.
931
Right.
物思ふ身とならはしの荻の葉にいたく吹そ秋の夕風
| mono’omou mi to narawashi no ogi no ha ni itaku fuki so aki no yūkaze |
To gloomy thought I am so used that Through the bush clover leaves I would you’d not blow so hard, O, evening autumn wind! |
Ietaka.
932
Both Left and Right together state: we fail to grasp the sense of the other team’s poem.
In judgement: the gentlemen of both Left and Right have said they fail to understand the opposing poem. I do not feel it would be acceptable for me to arbitrarily provide one. The round should tie.
Composed when His Majesty’s gentlemen had gone to the River Ōi on the first day of the Tenth Month to compose poetry.
落ちつもる紅葉をみれば大井川井堰に秋もとまる なりけり
| otitumoru momidi wo mireba oFowigaFa iseki ni aki mo tomaru narikeri |
Fallen in piles are The scarlet leaves – when I see them at The River Ōi The weirs and dams autumn Have held in place… |
Former Major Councillor Kintō
前大納言公任
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.