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Sen’yōden no nyōgo nadeshiko awase 01

Poems from a pinks match held by the ladies and gentlemen in service to the Lady of the Bedchamber who was the daughter of the Captain of the Outer Palace Guards, Left Division, on the 29th day of the Fifth Month, Tenryaku 10.[i] Lady Nakatsukasa was on the Left; Kanemori was on the Right.

Left

なでしこのはなのかげみるかはなみはいづれのかたにこころよすらん

nadeshiko no
hana no kage miru
kawanami wa
izure no kata ni
kokoro yosuran
A pink’s
Blooming shape a’seeing,
The waves upon the river
Whither will
Take her heart, I wonder?

Nakatsukasa
1[ii]

Right

ももしきにしめゆひそむるなでしこのはなとしみればこさぞまされる

momoshiki ni
shimeyuisomuru
nadeshiko no
hana to shi mireba
kosa zo masareru
When, within the hundredfold palace
So carefully being raised
A pink
In bloom I see,
It’s depth of hue is fine, indeed!

Kanemori
2[iii]


[i] 9 July 956

[ii] Nakatsukasa-shū 119)

[iii] Some texts of this match have an alternate wording for this poem: ももしきにしめゆひしよりなでしこのはなとしみればこく見ゆるかな momoshiki ni / shimeyuishi yori / nadeshiko no / hana to shi mireba / koku miyuru kana ‘When, within the hundredfold palace / So carefully raised / A pink / In bloom I see, / How deep its hue appears!’

Daigo ōntoki kiku awase 10

□□さとにをしみぞとむるきくのはな霜にうつろふいろをみむとか

…sato ni
oshimi zo tomuru
kiku no hana
shimo ni utsurou
iro o mimu to ka
Around my … estate
Regrets linger for
The chrysanthemum blooms,
Fading beneath the frost
Would I see their hues, I wonder?

Masau[1]
19

ももしきにうつろふいろははつしものおきてかひあるこよひなりけり

momoshiki ni
utsurou iro wa
hatsushimo no
okite kai aru
koyoi narikeri
Within the hundred-fold palace
Fading hues with
First frost’s
Fall have some significance
Tonight.

Nakatsura[2]
20


[1] Possibly Taira no Masau 平將文

[2] Possibly Minamoto no Nakatsura 源仲連

Daigo ōntoki kiku awase 06

ももしきにをしみとめたるきくのはないくたびおかむ霜にうつらん

momoshiki ni
oshimi tometaru
kiku no hana
iku tabi okamu
shimo ni utsuran
Within the hundredfold palace
Regretfully lingering are
Chrysanthemum blooms—
How many times, I wonder, will they be struck
By falling frost?

[Ōe no] Chifuru
11

霜がれにをしみはじむるきくのはなちるまつまでにちらずもあらなん

shimogare ni
oshimi hajimuru
kiku no hana
chiru matsu made ni
chirazu mo aranan
Burned by frost
Regrets begin for
The chrysanthemum blooms
While waiting for them to scatter
I wish that they’d not, at all…

Susuku
12

Daigo ōntoki kiku awase 03

ももしきにしもはおくともきくの花ちよの冬までうつろふなゆめ

momoshiki ni
shimo wa okutomo
kiku no hana
chiyo no fuyu made
utsurounayume
Upon the hundred-fold palace
The frost may fall, yet
These chrysanthemum blooms,
Though winter last a thousand ages,
Will not fade, at all…

[Minamoto no] Koremochi
5

きくのはなちとせみまくのほしければをしみしよるのあくるもしらず

kiku no hana
chitose mimaku no
hoshikereba
oshimi yoru no
akuru mo shirazu
O, chrysanthemums!
For a thousand years to gaze on them
Is my desire, then
The regrets of night’s
Dawn I would never know!

[Fujiwara no] Kunimoto
6

MYS III: 257

A poem on Mount Kagu by Kamo no Taruhito.

天之芳来山 霞立 春尓至婆 松風尓 池浪立而 櫻花 木乃晩茂尓 奥邊波 鴨妻喚 邊津方尓 味村左和伎 百礒城之 大宮人乃 退出而 遊船尓波 梶棹毛 無而不樂毛 己具人奈四二

天降りつく 天の香具山 霞立つ 春に至れば 松風に 池波立ちて 桜花 木の暗茂に 沖辺には 鴨妻呼ばひ 辺つ辺に あぢ群騒き ももしきの 大宮人の 退り出て 遊ぶ船には 楫棹も なくて寂しも 漕ぐ人なしに

amorituku
ame no kaguyama
kiri tatu
paru ni itareba
matukaze ni
ikenami tatite
sakurabana
ko no kuresige ni
okipe ni pa
kamo tuma yobapi
petupe ni
adi murasawagi
momosiki no
opomiyabito no
makaridete
asobu pune ni pa
kadisawo mo
nakute sabusi mo
kogu pito nasi ni
Descended from heaven is
Sacred Mount Kagu where
Mists arise
When the spring does come,
The wind through the pines
Raises waves from pond waters, and
Cherry blossom’s
Profusion shades the trees, while
Out in the offing,
Ducks call for a mate and
On the shore
Teals flock noisily;
Hundredfold,
The palace folk were wont to
Travel out
On pleasure boats, but
Oars and poles
Are there none—so sad—
For there’s not a soul to row them…

Spring I: 30

Left (Tie).

もゝしきや射手引く庭の梓弓昔にかへる春に逢ふかな

momoshiki ya
ite hiku niwa no
azusa yumi
mukashi ni kaeru
haru ni au kana
Hundred fold, the palace, where
Archer draw, within the gardens
Bows of catalpa wood:
Olden times are recalled
And meet again, this springtime.

Lord Sada’ie

59

Right (Tie).

梓弓春の雲井に引つれてけしきことなるけふの諸人

azusa yumi
haru no kumoi ni
hikitsurete
keshiki kotonaru
kyô no morobito
Catalpa bows:
In springtime to the cloud-borne palace
They are brought;
How exceptional the scene:
A crowd of noble folk, this day.

Ietaka

60

The Right query why in the Left’s poem an annual festival should ‘recall olden times’, to which the Right respond that it is normal to compose poems about annual observances as if they had been discontinued and then revived. The Left make no comment about the Right’s poem.

Shunzei’s judgement is that, indeed, the Left’s poem had been composed as if an ancient rite had been revived and, furthermore with the reference to an ‘exceptional scene’ the intent had probably been to praise court festivals. Nevertheless, he has to adjudge the round a tie.

Spring I: 28

Left (Win).

もゝしきに引つらなれる梓弓はるも鞆音の珍しき哉

momoshiki ni
hikitsuranareru
azusa yumi
haru mo tomone no
mezurashiki kana
By the hundredfold palace
Arrayed,
Catalpa bows:
Sprung in springtime, bowstring on bracer:
How rare the sound!

Lord Suetsune

55

Right.

舎人子が鞆うち鳴らす梓弓射手引わたる春は來にけり

toneriko ga
tomo uchinarasu
azusa yumi
ite hikiwataru
haru wa kinikeri
The guardsmen lads’
Bracers sound;
Catalpa bows,
Drawn by archers:
Springtime is here, indeed!

Lord Takanobu

56

Again, the Right team have no comments to make about the Left’s poem this round, but the Left say the initial line of the Right’s poem is ‘unsatisfactory’. Shunzei, once again, agrees, remarking that, ‘the initial line sounds like the name of the tree used when referring to adding water to an ink-stone. Again, the Left is the winner.’ What he means by this is that toneriko, ‘guardsmen lads’ was homophonous with the word for ‘ash tree’. The old Japanese extracted a wax from ash trees, which was used to ease the running of sliding doors and shutters, and so by association, toneriko was used in poetry to refer to adding water to an ink-stone so that the ink, produced in solid sticks, would slide over it more easily. This image is inappropriate for a poem about the New Year Archery festival, and so the poem is of inferior quality, compared to the Left’s offering.