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岩なみの木ずゑにかかる心ちしてむすばまほしき庭の松風
iwanami no kozue ni kakaru kokochishite musubamahoshiki niwa no matsukaze The waves breaking on the rocks, Are clinging to the treetops, I feel; O, to bind them with The breeze through my garden’s pines.
The Monk Ken’en
Left
夏の月ひかりをしまず照る時はながるる水にかげろふぞたつ
natsu no tsuki hikari o shimazu teru toki wa nagaruru mizu ni kagerō zo tatsu When summer moon’s Light lightly Shines From the running waters Haze arises!
74
Right
琴の音にひびきかよへる松風はしらべても鳴く蝉の声かな
koto no ne ni hibikikayoeru matsukaze wa shirabetemo naku semi no koe kana A zither’s strains Echoing back and forth: The wind through the pines, In tune with the cries In the cicadas’ song!
75[1]
[1] Shinshūishū III: 303/Shinsen man’yōshū 73/Kokin rokujō I: 398/Fubokushō IX: 3584
A poem from the Poetry Contest held by the Dowager Empress during the Reign of the Kanpyō Emperor.
琴の音にひびきかよへる松風をしらべてもなく蝉のこゑかな
koto no ne ni hibikikayoeru matsukaze wa shirabetemo naku semi no koe kana A zither’s strains Echoing back and forth: The wind through the pines, In tune with the cries In the cicadas’ song!
Anonymous
Zithers 筝
まつかぜの吹くにかよひてことの音は秋のしらべの身にもしむかな
matsukaze no fuku ni kayoite koto no ne wa aki no shirabe no mi ni mo shimu kana The wind through pine trees Blowing blending with A zither’s notes— The melodies of autumn Do pierce my soul!
Daishin
Left
恋妻はあらぬしらべしらべの琴の緒かあふことかたき音のみ絶えせぬ
koizuma wa
aranu shirabe no
koto no o ka
au koto kataki
ne nomi taesenu
My beloved wife:
Is it that untuned are
Our zithers’ strings?
So there is no harmony, and
Only my sobs are ceaseless…
Lord Suetsune
1095
Right (Win)
松風に通ふと聞きし琴の音も物思ふ時は身にぞしみける
matsukaze ni
kayou to kikishi
koto no ne mo
mono’omou toki wa
mi ni zo shimikeru
The wind in the pines
Resembles, I had heard,
A zither’s strains that, too,
When sunk in gloomy thought
Dye one so deeply…
Jakuren
1096
The Right state: saying ‘our zithers’ strings?’ (koto no o ka ) is unsatisfactory. The Left state: if one is not depressed, would one not be deeply affected?
In judgement: the Left certainly sounds as if something is out of tune! The Right’s poem says that on hearing the wind pass through the pine trees, one would be affected. It sounds by no means distant from the topic. Thus, the Right wins.
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