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かなしさもあはれもたぐひおほかるを人にふるさぬことの葉もがな
| kanashisa mo aware mo tagui ōkaru o hito ni furusanu koto no ha mogana | Sorrow and Sadness, such terms Are many, but If only folk had never used before The words I’d say to you! |
Kentoku-kō
When a woman he had been conversing with turned cold, after he was unable to meet her.
あはれともいふべき人はおもほえで身のいたづらになりぬべきかな
| aFare to mo iFubeki Fito Fa omoFoede mi no itadura ni narinubeki kana | ‘That’s sad…’— Someone to say it: There’s none I can recall, so My death, That’s how it will be![i] |
The Ichijō Regent
[i] Also Ogura hyakunin isshu 45.
Gazing at the blossom, on a night when the moon was particularly charming.
あたら夜の月と花とをおなじくはあはれしれらむ人にみせばや
| atarayo no tuki to Fana to wo onaziku Fa aFare sireramu Fito ni miseba ya | This fresh night’s Moon and blossom, too, Are both same: If only to one whose feelings are profound I could show them… |
Minamoto no Sane’akira
Karukaya
Left
しらつゆにいろかはりゆくかるかやのほにいでてあきをあはれとぞ思ふ
| shiratsuyu ni iro kawariyuku karukaya no ho ni idete aki o aware to zo omou | With silver dewfall The hues do change Of the pampas grass— Fronds emerge and autumn’s Sorrow I keenly feel. |
5
Right
よそめにはこともやすらにかるかやをなど秋風のふきみだるらん
| yosome ni wa koto mo yasura ni karukaya o nado akikaze no fukimidaruran | When glanced at So peaceful is The pampas grass, so Why might the autumn wind Blow it to such confusion? |
6
Left (Win)
あはれにぞ鳴あかすなる蛬われのみしぼる袖かと思ふに
| aware ni zo nakiakasunaru kirigirisu ware nomi shiboru sode ka to omou ni |
How sad it is – Crying with the dawn is The cricket, though I alone am wringing Out my sleeves, I feel. |
Lord Suetsune
1075
Right
露深きあはれを思へきりぎりす枕の下の秋の夕暮
| tsuyu fukaki aware o omoe kirigirisu makura no shita no aki no yūgure |
Deep in dew and Sad, I wish you were, O, cricket, Beneath my pillow On this autumn evening… |
Nobusada
1076
The Right state: the Left’s poem has no faults we can mention. The Gentlemen of the Left state: our feelings are the same as those of the Right
In judgement: both Left and Right are on ‘crickets’ (kirigirisu) and their configuration and diction sound equally elegantly beautiful. I feel that the Right, with ‘deep in dew and sad, I wish you were’ (tsuyu fukaki aware o omoe), is somewhat lacking in the conception of the poet’s own love, but the Left, with ‘I alone am wringing out my sleeves, I feel’ (ware nomi shiboru sode ka to omou ni), has an excellent conception of love, so I must state that the Left is the winner.