Round Thirty-Seven
Left (Tie)
むば玉のよやふけぬらんさをしかの声すみのぼるをのの草ぶし
mubatama no
yo ya fukenuran
saoshika no
koe suminoboru
ono no kusabushi | Might lily-seed dark
Night have fallen?
The stag’s
Cry clearly climbs
From where he lies among the meadow grasses. |
Takasuke
73
Right
秋のよはつまどふ鹿の深山出でていまだ旅なるをのの草ぶし
aki no yo wa
tsumadou shika no
miyama idete
imada tabi naru
ono no kusabushi | On an autumn night,
Seeking his bride, the stag
Emerges from the mountains’ depths,
And now on his travels
Lies among the meadow grasses. |
Shimotsuke
74
Left and Right’s ‘lies among the meadow grasses’ have no merits or faults between them. A pleasant tie.
うば玉のこのよなあけそしばしばもまだふるとしのうちぞとおもはん
ubatama no
kono yo na ake so
shibashiba mo
mada furu toshi no
uchi zo to omowan | Black as lily seeds,
This night I would not have dawn!
For a little while
That still in the old year I linger,
I would believe… |
405
Wind in the pines beneath the moon.
あまのはら空をさむけみむば玉のよわたる月に松風ぞ吹く
ama no hara
sora o samukemi
mubatama no
yo wataru tsuki ni
matsukaze zo fuku | The plain of Heaven,
The sky, seems cold, as
Through the lily-seed dark
Night crosses the moon, while
The wind blows through the pines. |
344
むばたまの夜はふけぬらし雁がねの聞ゆる空に月かたぶきぬ
mubatama no
yo o fukenurashi
kari ga ne no
kikoyuru sora ni
tsuki katabukinu | Lily seed dark
Night does seem to break
With goose cries
Sounding from the skies
As the moon has set. |
Composed when the painting of spring on a folding screen resembled summer.
みてのみぞおどろかれぬるぬば玉のゆめかと思ひし春ののこれる
mite nomi zo
odorokarenuru
nubatama no
yume ka to omoishi
haru no nokoreru | The sight was enough
To startle me!
In a lily-seed dark
Dream alone I did think
Spring remained! |
Dwellings.
つれづれと年ふるやどはむまたまのよもひもながくなりぬべらなり
tsurezure to
toshi furu yado wa
mumatama no
yo mo hi mo nagaku
narinubernari | Ever unchanging
Through the passing years, for this dwelling
Lily-seed dark
Night and daytime, too, endlessly
Seem to go on and on. |
Topic unknown.
むばたまのよるのみふれる白雪はてる月影のつもるなりけり
mubatama no
yoru nomi Fureru
sirayuki Fa
teru tukikage no
tumoru narikeri | Lily-seed dark
The night, where fallen
Snow, so white,
Shines with the moonlight
Drifting, piled high. |
Anonymous
'Simply moving and elegant'
