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難波潟潮満ちくらしあま衣たみのの島に鶴鳴き渡る
| naniFagata siFo mitikurasi amagoromo tamino no sima ni tadu nakiwataru | At the shore of Naniwa With high tide in the twilight, In rain-gear At Tamino Isle The cranes cross, calling. |
Anonymous
Left (Tie).
これやこの心ある人のながむべき難波わたりの春の明ぼの
| kore ya kono kokoro aru hito no nagamubeki naniwa watari no haru no akebono |
Is this what That man with soul Should gaze upon? Close by to Naniwa – The dawn at springtime… |
113
Right (Tie).
あはれさは古りゆくまゝにそへてけり高津の宮の春の明ぼの
| awaresa wa furiyuku mama ni soetekeri takatsu no miya no haru no akebono |
How moving! As it ages, it Affects one more: The Palace at Takatsu, In the dawn at Springtime. |
The Provisional Master of the Empress’ Household Office.
114
Neither team has any particular remarks to make about the other’s poems this round.
Shunzei, too, merely says, ‘Both poems make splendid use of places such as ‘the Palace at Takatsu’ (takatsu no miya), ‘close by to Naniwa’ (naniwa watari) and ‘dawn’ (akebono). It is difficult to decide on which is better. The round must, therefore, be a tie.’
Sent to the Kyōgoku Mother of Princes (Fujiwara no Hōshi 藤原褒子) after things got out.
わびぬれば今はた同じ難波なる身をつくしても逢はんとぞ思
| wabinureba ima Fa taonazi naniFa naru mi wo tukusitemo aFan to zo omoFu |
Suffering I was, so Now, ‘tis just as then; By Naniwa’s Channel marks, though I die, I would meet you. |
Prince Motoyoshi (d. 943)
Plum from the Estate
あれはてし難波の里の春風に今はたおなじ梅が香ぞする
| are hateshi naniwa no sato no haru kaze ni ima wa taonaji ume ga ka zo suru |
All in ruins lies The estate at Naniwa: On the breeze of spring, Now, just as then: Comes the scent of plum. |
Composed in the conception of Love met at lodgings while travelling, at a poetry competition held at the house of the Regent, when he was Minister of the Right.
難波江の蘆のかりねの一夜ゆへ身をつくしてや戀ひわたるべき
| naniFa e no asi no karine no Fito yo yuFe mi wo tukusite ya koFi watarubeki |
In Naniwa Bay, The cut reeds’ roots (A journey’s night) (So short) and but a single one-for that Will my breast exhaust itself With constant yearning? |
Kōkamon’in no Bettō