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Entō ōn’uta’awase 35

Round Thirty-Five

Left (Tie)

おのがすむ嶺の木がらし寒き夜は鹿も紅葉の衣きるらし

ono ga sumu
mine no kogarashi
samuki yo wa
shika mo momiji no
koromo kirurashi
Where he dwells upon
The peak, the bitter wind
On a night so chill, for
The stag, of scarlet leaves
Does seem to make a robe.

The Supernumerary Major Counsellor
69

Right

すみのぼる月にうらむる声すなりねられぬ鹿や夜寒なるらん

suminoboru
tsuki ni uramuru
koesunari
nerarenu shika ya
yozamu naruran
Climbing clearly
At the moon, in despair
Does he cry—
Sleepless, does the stag
Feel night’s chill, perhaps?

Nobunari
70

The Left’s poem has ‘the stag, of scarlet leaves does seem to make a robe’ which sounds charming, and the Right’s poem has ‘sleepless, does the stag feel night’s chill, perhaps’, which appears refined. Thus, they tie.

Naidaijin-ke uta’awase 35

Round Eleven

Left (T – Win; M – Tie)

逢ふことをその年月と契らねば命や恋の限なるらむ

au koto o
sono toshitsuki to
chigiraneba
inochi ya koi no
kagiri naruramu
That we might meet
For months and years
She has not promised, so
My life will my love’s
Limit be, no doubt!

Lord Shigemoto
69

Right

よとともにもえこそわたれ我が恋は不二の高根のけぶりならねど

yo to tomo ni
moe koso watare
wa ga koi wa
fuji no takane no
keburi naranedo
With the coming of the night
Ever burning is
My love, though
From Fuji’s peak
Smoke it is not…

Lord Toshitaka
70

Toshiyori states: the first poem doesn’t seem bad. The second poem nothing but cliched. Thus, the first poem should win.

Mototoshi states: while love lasting lifelong without even a promise to meet over years and months is a painfully moving conception, someone burning every night is dear, too. Thus, it’s not inferior and these are of the same quality.

Naidaijin-ke uta’awase 30

Round Six

Left (T – Tie)

うかりける汀におふるうきぬ縄くることなくていくよ経ぬらん

ukarikeru
migiwa ni ouru
uki nunawa
kuru koto nakute
ikuyo henuran
Downcast,
By the water’s edge a’growing,
Drifting, a water-shield am I—
Since he has ceased to come,
How much time has passed?

Lady Shōshō
59

Right (M – Win)

夜とともに袖のみぬれて衣川こひこそわたれ逢瀬なければ

yo to tomo ni
sode nomi nurete
koromogawa
koi koso watare
ause nakereba
With the coming of night
My sleeves are simply soaked—
The River Robe
Goes on does my love,
Though meetings are there not…

Lady Shinano
60

Toshiyori states: neither Left nor Right appears to have any faults. They are, as expected,  somewhat trite, so I would say they are equivalent.

Mototoshi says: both of these poems seem pleasant. ‘Love going on without a meeting’ is particularly charming.