夢よりぞ恋しき人を見そめつる今はあはする人もあらなん
| yume yori zo koFisiki Fito wo misometuru ima Fa aFasuru Fito mo aranan | Within my dreams For her I did yearn, and Have begun to see— Now, to arrange a meeting, I wish there was such a one! |
A summer poem, when she presented a hundred poem sequence.
かへりこぬむかしをいまとおもひねの夢の枕ににほふ橘
| kaerikonu mukashi o ima to omoine no yume no makura ni niou tachibana | Never to return is The past, but in the present It fills my sleepy thoughts A’dreaming on my pillow With the scent of orange blossom.[1] |
Princess Shokushi

[1] An allusive variation on: Sent to a lady with whom he had once been intimate, after some years had passed. いにしへのしづのをだまき繰りかへし昔を今になすよしもがな inishie no / shizu no odamaki / kurikaeshi / mukashi o ima ni / nasu yoshi mogana ‘In times long gone / Thread upon a bobbin was / Wound back— / Just so, the present into the past / I wish we could make!’ It seems, though, that the lady thought nothing of it. (Ise monogatari 65)
Sent to a lady with whom he had once been intimate, after some years had passed.
いにしへのしづのをだまき繰りかへし昔を今になすよしもがな
| inishie no shizu no odamaki kurikaeshi mukashi o ima ni nasu yoshi mogana | In times long gone Thread upon a bobbin was Wound back— Just so, the present into the past I wish we could make! |
65
It seems, though, that the lady thought nothing of it.

Round Twenty
Left (Win)
あけぼのは涙やもろき時鳥なくねにおつる杜の下露
| akenbono wa namida ya moroki hototogisu naku ne ni otsuru mori no shitazuyu | With the dawn Are you swiftly to tears moved By the cuckoo’s Calling cries, falling from The forest drip dewdrops? |
Dōchin
39
Right
今もかも昔やこふる橘の花ちる里になく郭公
| ima mo kamo mukashi ya kouru tachibana no hana chiru sato ni naku hototogisu | I wonder, is she now, As in days gone by, beloved Where orange Blossom falls on the estate— The calling cuckoo?[1] |
Dharma Master Nyokan
40
Both Left and Right are of the same quality, yet I wonder about the sound of the Right poem’s final section, so the Left wins.




[1] An allusive variation on: A poem by the Governor-General of Dazai, Lord Ōtomo. 橘の花散る里の霍公鳥片恋しつつ鳴く日しぞ多き tachibana no / hana chiru sato no / hototogisu / kata koishitsutsu / naku hi shi zo ōki ‘Orange / Blossom scatters round my estate where / The cuckoo / For unrequited love / Does cry on many a day…’ Ōtomo no Tabito (MYS VIII: 1473)
Left – Chrysanthemums
きくをうゑて花おもほゆるけふよりはながづきをこそまちわたりけれ
| kiku o uete hana omohoyuru kyō yori wa nagazuki o koso machiwatarikere | I planted chrysanthemums, and Wondering about the blooms From today For the Longest Month Will I always be awaiting. |
13a
きくをうゑて花おもほゆる今よりはながづきをこそまちわたりけれ
| kiku o uete hana omohoyuru ima yori wa nagazuki o koso machiwatarikere | I planted chrysanthemums, and Wondering about the blooms From this moment For the Longest Month Will I always be awaiting. |
13b
Right
よにふれどおいもしられぬものなればいまよりうゑつながづきのきく
| yo ni furedo oi mo shirarenu mono nareba ima yori uetsu nagazuki no kiku | My life goes by, yet Old age I know not So From this moment have I planted Chrysanthemums in the Longest Month. |
14a
よにふれどおいもしられぬものなればいまよりうつすながづきのきく
| yo ni furedo oi mo shirarenu mono nareba ima yori utsusu nagazuki no kiku | My life goes by, yet Old age I know not So From this moment fading are Chrysanthemums in the Longest Month |
14b




Left – Bush clover
おひかかりくずのたままくあきはぎをうへけはあきのここにやつれん
| oikakari kuzu no tamamaku akihagi o ueke wa aki no koko ni ya tsuren | Growing, hung with Kudzu’s gemmed leaves, The autumn bush-clover Does feel overlain with autumn Here, perhaps? |
9a
おひかかりくずのたままくなつはぎをうゑてはあきのしかやまたれむ
| oikakari kuzu no tamamaku natsuhagi o uete wa aki no shika ya mataremu | Growing, hung with Kudzu’s gemmed leaves, The summer bush-clover, Planted, might autumn Be the stag awaiting? |
9b
Right
花もまだはぎはさかねどいまよりはしたばをみつつながめてぞをる
| hana mo mada hagi wa sakanedo ima yori wa shitaba o mitsutsu nagamete zo oru | In blossom yet Has the bush-clover to bloom, yet From this moment on, Will I ever look upon the under-leaves, and Gazing, pick them! |
10



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うらみわびまたじ今はの身なれども思ひなれにし夕暮の空
| uramiwabi mataji ima wa no mi naredomo omoinarenishi yūgure no sora | Suffering in despair, Now wait no more Will I, yet, All those old, familiar feelings arrive With the evening skies. |
Monk Jakuren
