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Sumiyoshi-sha uta’awase kaō ni-nen 35

Round Ten

Left (Tie)

くさまくらしぐれもそでをぬらしけりみやこをこふるなみだならねど

kusamakura
shigure mo sode o
nurashikeri
miyako o kouru
namida naranedo
On a pillow of grass
The showers, too, my sleeves
Have soaked;
Longing for the capital
These tears are not, yet…

Hiromori
69

Right

かりいほさすならのからはのむらしぐれあはれはまきのおとばかりかは

kari’io sasu
nara no karawa no
murashigure
aware wa maki no
oto bakari ka wa
Erecting a crude hut,
The withered leaves of oak are
Struck by cloudbursts;
Does sadness in the evergreens’
Sound solely lie?

Dharma Master Chikyō
70

Both Left and Right appear to have elegant configuration and diction, but the Left seems to presents the soaking of sleeves by showers as something novel, while the Right gives a feeling that it is only the sound of evergreens that makes one sad. Thus, these tie.

Daikōtaigōgū no suke taira no tsunemori-ason ke uta’awase 21

Round Nine

Left (Tie)

秋はぎを草の枕にむすびてや妻恋ひかねて鹿のふすらん

akihagi o
kusa no makura ni
musubite ya
tsuma koikanete
shika no fusuran
The autumn bush clover
For a grassy pillow
Has he woven—is that why
Unable to love his mate
The stag seems to lie?

Koreyuki
41

Right

妻こふる秋にしなればさをしかの床の山とてうちもふされじ

tsuma kouru
aki ni shi nareba
saoshika no
toko no yama tote
uchi mo fusareji
He yearns for his mate
In autumn, above all, so
In the stag’s
Bed among the mountains
He cannot lay him down, it seems.

Arifusa
42

The Left isn’t bad, but isn’t there Controller Kore’ie’s poem:

秋萩を草の枕にむすぶ夜はちかくもしかのこゑをきくかな

akihagi o
kusa no makura ni
musubu yo wa
chikaku mo shika no
koe o kiku kana
The autumn bush clover
For a grassy pillow
I weave tonight—
Close by, truly, a stag’s
Bell I hear! [1]

While there is this earlier example, neither core nor the conceptions of these poems are the same, and as the Right’s poem is not all that good, after careful consideration I make this a tie.


[1] On hearing a stag at his lodgings. KYS (3) III: 224

SZS IV: 242

Composed on karukaya, when he presented a hundred poem sequence during the reign of former Emperor Horikawa.

秋くればおもひみだるるかるかやのした葉や人の心なるらん

aki kureba
omoimidaruru
karukaya no
shitaba ya hito no
kokoro naruran
When the autumn comes
So confused are my thoughts—
As the tangled tufts of grass
Below are folk’s
Feelings, I wonder?

Major Counsellor Moroyori
大納言師頼

SKKS XIII: 1209

Major Captain of the Left Asamitsu had not visited her for a long time, when he came to see her on her travels; having no pillow, they wove one out of grass.

あふことはこれやかぎりの旅ならん草のまくらも霜がれにけり

au koto wa
kore ya kagiri no
tabi naran
kusa no makura mo
shimogarenikeri
Will our meeting
Here be the limit of
Our journey?
Even our grassy pillow
Seared by distant frosts…

The Uma Handmaid

SZS XIII: 793

Composed as a love poem, when he held a poetry match at his residence, when he was a Middle Captain.

わが恋はあまのかるもにみだれつつかわく間もなきなみのした草

wa ga koFi Fa
ama no karu mo ni
midaretutu
kawaku ma mo naki
nami no sitagusa
My love is as
The seaweed reaped by fisherfolk:
Ever confused, and
Dry for not a moment—
A grass growing ‘neath the waves.

Supernumerary Middle Counsellor Toshitada

A kuzushiji version of the poem's text.
Created with Soan.

Yōzei-in uta’awase (Engi jūsan-nen kugatsu kokonoka) 12

Left

草村の心しとともにぞわたるくれはしぬべき秋のをしさに

kusamura no
kokoro shi to tomo
ni zo wataru
kure wa shinubeki
aki no oshisa ni
A tangled patch of grass is
My heart—together
Will it cross, and with
The evening pass away
Amid autumn regrets…[i]

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Right (Win)

こりずまにあひもみるかな女郎花とまらずかへる秋としるらし

korizu ma ni
ai mo miru kana
ominaeshi
tomarazu kaeru
aki to shirurashi
While I do not dislike her,
I will come to meet and see,
My maidenflower!
Not lingering, and returning
Having had enough—as autumn seems to do, I know…

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[i] The central part of this poem appears to have been corrupted as the division kokoro shi to tomo / ni zo wataru is anomalous as it places the bound morphemes ni zo at the beginning of a line. Given this, my translation is speculative.

KKS XVIII: 959

Topic unknown.

木にもあらず草にもあらぬ竹のよのはしにわが身はなりぬべらなり

ki ni mo arazu
kusa ni mo aranu
take no yo no
hasi ni wa ga mi Fa
narinuberanari
’Tis not a tree,
Nor yet a grass, but
On bamboo stalks
Brief as the space between the joints
Does seem to be my fate…

Anonymous

A certain person states that this is a poem by Prince Takatsu.