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.
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
むば玉のいもが黒かみうちなびき冬ふかきよに霜ぞ置きける
mubatama no
imo ga kurokami
uchinabiki
fuyu fukaki yo ni
shimo zo okikeru | Lily-seed dark
My darling’s tresses of black
Trail out,
Deep one winter’s night
As the frost is falling. |
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. |
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'
