Heat haze out on the plains.
われのみとおもひてのべにいでつれどおなじこころにあそぶいとかな
| ware nomi to omoite nobe ni idetsuredo onaji kokoro ni asobu ito kana | I would be alone I thought, out onto the plains A’going, yet Of the same mind was The heat haze! |
Lord Tametada
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Round Thirteen
Left
すみよしのあまくだりますまつのうへにそらよりかくる月のしらゆふ
| sumiyoshi no amakudarimasu matsu no ue ni sora yori kakuru tsuki no shirayū | At Sumiyoshi Did the Deity descend from Heaven To the pines—upon them From the skies are hung The moon’s sacred streamers. |
Kamo no Agatanushi Masahira
Kataoka Junior Assistant Priest[1]
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Right (Win)
しめのうちにしらゆふかけぬひまぞなき月もたむけのこころありけり
| shime no uchi ni shirayū kakenu hima zo naki tsuki mo tamuke no kokoro arikeri | Within the holy precints Sacred streamers fail to hang In not a single spot— The moon to make an offering Is of a mind. |
Lord Fujiwara no Chikashige
Junior Fifth Rank, Upper Grade,
Without Office[2]
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While the poem of the Left’s ‘From the skies are hung’ and so forth seems charming, I do wonder about the idea of the ‘Deity descending from Heaven / To the pines’—it’s vague. The poem of the Right’s conception and configuration of ‘The moon to make an offering’ appears pleasant, and thus it wins.




[1] Kataoka negi jūyon’ijō Kamo agatanushi Masahira 片岡禰宜従四位上賀茂県主政平
[2] San’i jūgoijō Fujiwara ason Chikashige 散位従五位上藤原朝臣親重
Original
はるごとにきみしかよはばかすがののやちよのまつもかれじとぞおもふ
| haru goto ni kimi shi kayowaba kasugano no yachiyo no matsu mo kareji to zo omou | Should every single spring My Lady visit here, On Kasuga Plain The pines, eight thousand ages old Would never wither, I feel! |
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Left (Win)
かすがのにはるはかよはむわがためにまつこころありてよはひますなり
| kasugano ni haru wa kayowamu wa ga tame ni matsu kokoro arite yowai masu nari | To Kasuga Plain Where spring is wont to come For my sake, then Should the pines be a mind to tarry with me How exceeding old would I become. |
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Right
かすがののまつしかれずはみたらしのみづもながれてたえじとぞおもふ
| kasugano no matsu shi karezu wa mitarashi no mizu mo nagarete taeji to zo omou | On Kasuga Plain The pines will wither never, for The Mitarashi’s Water’s flow, too, Will never cease, I feel. |
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