Round Four
Left (Win)
あけぬるか霞の衣たちかへり猶君が代の春をまつかな
akenuru ka kasumi no koromo tachikaeri nao kimi ga yo no haru o matsu kana Is it the breaking dawn that Hazy raiment Casts back? Ever for my Lord’s reign’s Springtime do I pine!
Novice Dōchin
7
Right
天の戸のあけゆく空はうれしきを猶はれやらず立つ霞かな
ama no to no akeyuku sora wa ureshiki o nao hareyarazu tatsu kasumi kana That Heaven’s door Opens to brighten the sky— What joy, but Still, never clearing is The rising haze!
Dharma Master Nyogan
8
The Left poem’s links with celebration are certainly not something praiseworthy, but I am unable to accept the Right’s ‘joy’. Thus, the Left wins.
Round Three
Left (Win)
春の夜のあくる霞の立田山これや神代の衣なるらん
haru no yo no akuru kasumi no tatsutayama kore ya kamiyo no koromo naruran At a spring night’s Dawn the haze around Tatsuta Mountain— Is this how in the age of gods Raiment might have been?
Supernumerary Major Counsellor Moto’ie 5
Right
朝霞雲居をかけて見わたせばいたりいたらぬ山の端もなし
asagasumi kumoi o kakete miwataseba itari itaranu yama no ha mo nashi When, upon the morning haze Draping from the clouds, I turn my gaze, it Spread out, and fails to reach, Not a single mountain’s edge.
Nobunari, Senior Third Rank 6
Both Left and Right are difficult to tell apart, yet the Left’s ‘clothing of the Age of Gods’ would seem to be superior.
Round Two
Left (Tie)
大はらやをしほの里の朝霞ゆききになれし春ぞ忘れぬ
ōhara ya oshio no sato no asagasumi yukiki ni nareshi haru zo wasurenu In Ōhara At Oshio estate among The morning haze Accustomed to go back and forth, Never will I forget that springtime!
The Former Minister of the Centre 3
Right
浦人のしほやく里のあさ霞春の物とやわかでみるらん
urabito no shio yaku sato no asagasumi haru no mono to ya wakade miruran Folk dwelling by the bay Roasting salt in their village: The morning haze From a scene in spring ‘tis Hard to distinguish, is it not?[1]
Kozaishō 4
The Left’s poem composes ‘Oshio estate among the morning haze accustomed to go back and forth’ and, in addition to seeming to have some feeling in it, displays fine configuration and diction, while the Right’s poem ‘From as scene in spring ‘tis hard to distinguish, is it not?’ recollects Narihira’s poem ‘a scene from spring: ever-falling rain to gaze upon all day’ and has a gentle air about it, so both are difficult to distinguish from each other. I make this a tie.
[1] An allusive variation on KKS XIII: 616 .
Composed on the last day of the Third Month.
いのちあらばまたもあひなむ春なれどしのびがたくてくらしつるかな
inochi araba mata mo ainamu haru naredo shinobigatakute kurashitsuru kana If I live I might once more meet with The springtime, yet How hard that is to recall Amid the dark!
Minister of Central Affairs, Prince Tomohira
Created with Soan .
Composed as a poem on blossom.
花もまたわかれん春はおもひ出でよさきちるたびの心づくしを
hana mo mata wakaren haru wa omoi’ideyo saki chiru tabi no kokorozukushi o O, blossom, will you, too, When we are parted by spring’s end Remember me! For when you bloom and scatter How desolate I am…
Inpumon’in no Taiyu
Created with Soan .
On the last day of the Third Month.
いのちあらばまたもあひみむ春なれどしのびがたくてくらしつるかな
inochi araba mata mo aimimu haru naredo shinobigatakute kurashitsuru kana If I live I might once more encounter The springtime, yet How hard that is to recall Amid the dark!
Minister of Central Affairs, Prince Tomohira
Created with Soan .
春くれば袖のこほりもとけにけりもりくる月しやどるばかりに
haru kureba sode no kōri mo tokenikeri morikuru tsuki shi yadoru bakari ni Now that spring has come, The ice atop my sleeves Has melted, and The drops of moonlight are All that lodge there…
Major Archbishop Gyōson
Created with Soan .
Composed on the conception of the beginning of spring, when she presented a hundred poem sequence.
雪ふかきいはのかけみち跡たゆるよしののさとも春はきにけり
yuki Fukaki iFa no kakemiti ato tayuru yosino no sato mo Faru Fa kinikeri Where snow lay deep Across the rocks, upon the path of boards, Footprints are fading— At the Yoshino estate Spring has arrived!
Taikenmon’in no Horikawa
Created with Soan .
Composed on the conception of love at the end of the Third Month.
春はをし人はこよひとたのむればおもひわづらふ今日のくれかな
Faru Fa wosi Fito Fa koyoi to tanomureba omoFiwazuraFu keFu no kure kana Regretting the departure of spring, and Tonight, my man Expecting, Wracked with painful thoughts Does today reach its dusk!
The Minister of the Centre
Created with Soan .
Composed on spending spring accompanied by nothing but blossom.
ちらぬ間は花をともにて過ぎぬべし春よりのちのしる人もがな
tiranu ma Fa Fana wo tomo nite suginubesi Faru yori noti no siru Fito mogana While still unscattered The blossom is my only friend, and When ‘tis past And spring is gone, then Would I have folk to know!
The Hanazono Minister of the Left
Created with Soan .
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