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Tōgū gakushi noritada uta’awase 05

Hidden in the grass on the path o’er the plains[i]

Left

なつくればのべのくさばもしげりあひていづれかみちとみえぞわかれぬ

natsu kureba
nobe no kusaba mo
shigeriaite
izure ka michi to
mie zo wakarenu
When the summer comes,
The blades of grass upon the plains
Grow lushly together, so
Which is the path to take
I cannot tell by looking!

9

Right

をちこちのみちみえぬまでなつののはくさばしげくもなりにけるかな

ochikochi no
michi mienu made
natsuno no wa
kusaba shigeku mo
narinikeru kana
Until both distant and nearby
Paths I cannot see
Across the summer plains
Have the blades of grass so lushly
Grown, indeed!

10

Do they not know the features of the summer plains conveyed by ‘Hidden in the grass on the path o’er the plains’? While both Left and Right use ‘blades of grass’, this puts one in mind of fresh grass sprouting in spring showers; and then of the two of them, the Right uses ‘distant and nearby’, which is nothing more than an archaic expression from the Age of Gods used for leg-wearying mountain paths, while at least the Left does not have a tangled argument.

ato miezu
natsuno no kusaba
shigeku tomo
yamaji o kakete
madoubeshi ya wa
No folk’s tracks visible
Upon the summer plains—the blades of grass
Lush, yet
I wonder if upon mountain paths
One would lose ones way?

Judge 5


[i] Yasō no michi shigeshi 野草路滋

Kanpyō no ōntoki kisai no miya uta’awase 24

Left

かりそめのみやたのまれぬ夏の日をなど空蝉のなきくらしつる

karisome no
mi ya tanomarenu
natsu no hi o
nado utsusemi no
nakikurashitsuru
Is my transient
Flesh untrustworthy?
On a summer day
Why does the cicada, an empty shell,
Cry the day away?

47[1]

Right

はかもなき夏のくさ葉におく露を命とたのむ虫のはかなさ

haka mo naki
natsu no kusaba ni
oku tsuyu o
inochi to tanomu
mushi no hakanasa
Fleetingly
Upon the blades of summer grass
Falls the dew—
A lifetime, I expect, for
The short-lived insects.

48


[1] A minor variant of this poem, with a headnote associating it with this contest, occurs in Shokugosenshū (XVI: 1058): かりそめの世やたのまれぬ夏の日をなどうつせみのなきくらしつる karisome no / yo ya tanomarenu / natsu no hi o / nado utsusemi no / nakikurashitsuru ‘Is this transient / World untrustworthy? / On a summer day / Why does the cicada, an empty shell, / Cry the day away?’