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Aru tokoro no shunjū mondō uta’awase

Question and Response Poetry Contest on Spring and Autumn held in a Certain Place[1]

It is entirely unclear whether this fragment of a match is an offcut of another event, such as Sadafumi uta’awase 貞文歌合 (dates unknown) or Tsurayuki uta’awase 貫之歌合 (939), in which case one can suppose the poems formed part of a larger consideration of the seasons. Another possibility, however, is that this is taken from a selection of his own poems by Ōshikōchi no Mitsune, with the final self-deprecatory comment being an indication of his unwillingness to take a view on the quality of his own work (Hagitani 1957, 233).

春にみなあひにし花の今日の雨に咲くをみるにぞ片負けぬべき

haru ni mina
ainishi hana no
kyō no ame ni
saku o miru ni zo
katamakenubeki
In springtime, all
The blossoms that I met,
In the rain today
I see a’blooming—
Not completely inferior at all!

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こきまぜに花紅葉散るただ今は春秋ぞともいかがさだめむ

kokimaze ni
hana momijiba
chiru tada ima wa
haru aki zo to mo
ikaga sadamemu
All mixed together
Blossoms and scarlet leaves
Scatter so now whether
‘Tis spring or autumn,
How can I decide?

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I had thought to write down the winner and loser, but when, in my extreme ignorance, I tried judging, embarrassingly I was unable to do it. The poems are just as in the text. Incomprehensible untruths and all.


[1] Aru tokoro no shunjū mondō uta’awase 或所春秋問答歌合

Kinkai wakashū 160

Orange blossom at an ancient estate.

いにしへをしのぶとなしにふる里のゆふべの雨ににほふたち花

inishie o
shinobu to nashi ni
furusato no
yūbe no ame ni
niou tachibana
Bygone days
I do not recall, but
At an ancient estate
In the evening rain
Comes the scent of orange blossom.[i]

[i] This poem functions as a reply to: Topic unknown. さつきまつ花橘のかをかげば昔の人の袖のかぞする satsuki matsu / hana tachibana no / ka o kageba / mukashi no hito no / sode no ka zo suru ‘Awaiting the Fifth Month / The orange blossoms’ / Scent fills the air, and / Folk from long ago / With their perfumed sleeves come back to me.’ Anonymous (KKS III: 139).

Sahyōe no suke sadafumi uta’awase 6

The Beginning of Autumn

Left (Win—in a certain book Tie)

しぐれにもあめにもあらぬはつぎりのたつにもそらはさしくもりけり

shigure ni mo
ame ni mo aranu
hatsugiri no
tatsu ni mo sora wa
sashikumorikeri
Neither a shower
Nor rain,
The first mists
Simply rise into the skies
And cover all with cloud.

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Right

としごとにあふとはすれどたなばたのぬるよのかずぞすくなかりける

toshi goto ni
au to suredo
tanabata no
nuru yo no kazu zo
sukunakarikeru
Every year
She meets him, yet
The Weaver Maid’s
Nights of passion
Are few indeed.

Mitsune
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