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Love IX: 22

Left (Tie)
恋そめし思ひの妻の色ぞそれ見にしむ春の花の衣手

koisomeshi
omoi no tsuma no
iro zo sore
mi ni shimu haru no
hana no koromode
The first flush of love’s
Scarlet passion for her:
A hue that
Stains the flesh, as spring’s
Blossoms do the sleeves…

Lord Sada’ie
1123

Right
飽かざりしそのうつり香は唐衣恋をすすむる妻にぞ有りける

akazarishi
sono utsurika wa
karakoromo
koi o susumuru
tsuma ni zo arikeru
I cannot get enough of
Her scent transferred to
My Cathay robe:
Love for her begins
With a skirt!

The Supernumerary Master of the Empress’ Household Office
1124

The Right state: both the conception and diction of the Left’s poem are unclear. The Left state: the Right’s poem, in addition to being commonplace, has ‘begins’ (susumuru) which is unimpressive.

In judgement: in the Left’s poem, while ‘blossoms do the sleeves’ (hana no koromode) is evocative, ‘a hue that’ (iro zo sore) is certainly extremely difficult to understand. In the Right’s poem, both ‘Cathay robe’ (karakoromo) and ‘with a skirt’ (tsuma ni zo arikeru) seem elegant, but I wonder about the impression of ‘her scent transferred’ (sono utsurika) and ‘begins’. It is unclear which poem is superior or inferior, so the round should tie.

Saishō chūjō kuninobu no ie no uta’awase 16

Left (Win).
我が恋は片裏染めの唐衣かへして寝るや色に見ゆるらむ

wa ga koFi Fa
kata’urazome  no
karakoromo
kaFesite nuru ya
iro ni miyurururamu
For my love
An inner-dyed
Cathay robe
I will reverse – in sleep, then,
I wonder will I see passion’s hues?

Shichirō 七郎
[Minamoto no Ie’yori 源家職]
31

Right.
寝ぬままに月を眺めて明かすかな闇には恋もなぐさかじかし

nenu mama ni
tuki wo nagamete
akasu kana
yami ni Fa koFi mo
nagusamazikasi
While sleepless
I gaze upon the moon
‘til dawn!
For in the darkness my love
Would gain no consolation!

Saburō 三郎
[Minamoto no Kanemasa 源兼昌]
32

SZS XIII: 820

Composed on the conception of swearing one’s love in the middle of the day:

涙にや朽ちはてなましから衣袖のひるまと頼めざりせば

namida ni ya
kutiFatenamasi
karakoromo
sode no Firuma to
tanomezariseba
With tears
Completely rotted will be
My Cathay robe
For to daytime dry the sleeves
There is no one I can trust.

Nakahara no Kiyoshige
中原清重