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小笹原葉末の露は玉に似て石なき山を行く心地する
| ozasawara hazue no tsuyu wa tama ni nite ishinaki yama o yuku kokochisuru |
In the groves of young broad-leaved bamboo Dewdrops on the leaf-tips Resemble jewels; Through mountains with no rocks I feel as if I travel! |
Saigyō
西行
小笹原染み身における白露を飽きは絶えせぬ玉とこそ見れ
| ozasawara shimi mi ni okeru shiratsuyu o aki wa taesenu tama to koso mire |
The groves of young broad-leaved bamboo Are deeply dyed with Silver dew: I will never cease to long For those seeming jewels! |
Fujiwara no Akinaka
藤原顕仲
When he was composing on the autumn moon.
葎しく庵の庭の夕露を玉にもてなす秋の夜の月
| mukurashiku iori no niwa no yūzuyu o tama ni motenasu aki no yo no tsuki |
Tangled weeds spread around The garden of my hut; Evening dew A garland of jewels From the moon this autumn night. |
Saigyō
西行
あるが上に花の咲きそふ橘は皐月の玉に貫かむためなり
| aru ga ue ni hana no sakisou tachibana wa satsuki no tama ni nukamu tame nari |
Up above Blossom blooms close by: Oranges – Jewels of summer For the threading! |
Fujiwara no Nakazane (1064-1122)
藤原仲実
Left (Win).
幾夜我浪にしほれて貴舟河袖に玉散る物思ふらん
| ikuyo ware nami ni shiorete kifunegawa sode ni tama chiru mono omouran |
Nights without number will I Drench with the waves Of Kifune River, Scatter jewels on my sleeves – Should these thoughts consume me so? |
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Right.
貴船川百瀬の浪も分過ぬ濡れ行く袖の末を頼みて
| kifunegawa momose no nami mo wakesuginu nureyuku sode no sue o tanomite |
Kifune River’s Hundredfold waves Have I crossed; With soaking sleeves Do I plead for an ending… |
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The Gentlemen of the Right state: the Left’s poem is fine, overall. The Gentlemen of the Left state: the Right’s poem is without fault.
Shunzei’s judgement: Both Left and Right poems on ‘Kifune River’ (kifunegawa) seem tasteful [yū], but rather than the Right’s final ‘Do I plead for an ending’ (sue o tanomite), the Left’s ‘Scatter jewels on my sleeves’ (sode ni tama chiru) sounds particularly good. The Left must win.
底淸み沈ける玉を見まく欲り千たびぞ告りし潛きする海人
| sökö kiyomi sidukeru tama wo mimaku pori titabi zö norisi kadukisuru ama |
Clear to the seabed Where lies a sunken pearl He wished to see; A thousand times he prayed And went beneath, that diver. |