Round Seventeen
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夜もすがらをばすて山の月をみて昔にかよふ我がこころかな
| yomosugara obasuteyama no tsuki o mite mukashi kayou wa ga kokoro kana | All night long At Mount Obasute Gazing upon the moon— Drifting back to days gone by Goes my heart! |
Lord Kiyosuke
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Right (Win)
山のはに雲のよこぎるよひのまは出でても月ぞ猶またれける
| yama no ha ni kumo no yokogiru yoi no ma wa idete mo tsuki zo nao matarekeru | Along the mountains’ edge Trail clouds Throughout the night, so Even as it rises, the moon I am yet awaiting! |
Atsuyori
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Composed on the conception of celebration.
君が代はあまのかご山いづる日のてらむかぎりはつきじとぞ思ふ
| kimi ga yo wa ama no kagoyama izuru hi no teramu kagiri wa tsukiji to zo omou | My Lord’s reign: until Above heavenly Mount Kago The rising sun’s Shining is bound Shall never end, I feel! |
The Former Ōmiya Chancellor
Composed at the Kameyama Palace in the Eighth Month, Kenji 2 [1276], when the first topic announced was ‘the shape of a pine tree floating in a pond’.
万代とかめのを山の松かげをうつしてすめるやどの池水
| yorozuyo to kame no oyama no matsukage o utsushite sumeru yado no ikemizu | For ten thousand generations On the mount of Kame Is the pine tree’s shape, Reflected, so clear in This dwelling’s pond waters. |
The Retired Emperor [Kameyama]
つらきをば思ひはれじとおもへども身をしる雨の所せくかな
| tsuraki oba omoihareji to omoedomo mi o shiru ame no tokoroseku kana | Your cruelty Would never vanish from my thoughts, I felt, but The gentle rain knows me too well— How unmanageable it is! |
Kodashin
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おもはずにふりそふ雨の歎をばみかさの山をさしてちかはん
| omowazu ni furisou ame no nageki oba mikasa no yama o sashite chikanan | Unexpectedly, Rainfall covers all With grief, as On Mount Mikasa, my umbrella I raise as it draws near. |
Supernumerary Middle Counsellor Toshitada
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さをしかのしがらみふする秋はぎはたまなす露ぞつつみたりける
| saoshika no shigarami fusuru akihagi wa tama nasu tsuyu zo tsutsumitarikeru | Ah, the stag, Entangled, tripped On the autumn bush clover; Dewdrops turned gemlets Have wrapped him all around. |
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かみなみのみむろの山をわけゆけばにしきたちきる心ちこそすれ
| kaminami no mimuro no yama o wakeyukeba nishiki tachikiru kokochi koso sure | Deities dwell Upon Mount Mimuro, where I forge my way, Cutting and sewing the brocade of leaves, I feel! |
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