When he composed a hundred-poem sequence.
たぐへ来る松の嵐やたゆむらんをのへにかへるさをしかのこゑ
taguekuru matsu no arashi ya tayumuran onoe ni kaeru saoshika no koe | Accompanying The storm wind through the pines, when Might it fade away? Returning to the summit, goes The belling of a stag… |
The Regent and Palace Minister
Autumn
Left
秋の夜の有明にみれど久堅の月のかつらはうつろはぬかな
aki no yo no ariake ni miredo hisakata no tsuki no katsura wa utsurouwanu kana | An autumn night’s Dawn I see, yet The eternal Moon’s silver trees Show no sign of fading! |
13
秋萩の花咲く比の白露は下ばのためとわきて置くべし
aki hagi no hana saku koro no shiratsuyu wa shitaba no tame to wakite okubeshi | In autumn, the bush clover Flowers bloom—just then Silver dewdrops For the under-leaves Do fall, marking every one. |
14
秋風はいなばもそよとふきつめりかりみる程と成りやしぬらん
akikaze wa inaba mo soyo to fukitsumeri kari miru hodo to nari ya shinuran | The autumn breeze Seems to rustle the rice stalks As it blows; Seeing if ‘tis time to reap them— Is that what it is, I wonder? |
15
Right
銀河とわたる舟は花薄ほにいづるほどぞかげもみゆべき
ama no kawa towataru fune wa hanasusuki ho ni izuru hodo zo kage mo miyubeki | Across the River of Heaven A boat goes ferrying: When the silver grass Ears burst into bloom, Can its shape be seen. |
16
女郎花さがの花をば色ながら秋をさかりといはれずもがな
ominaeshi saga no hana oba iro nagara aki o sakari to iwarezu mogana | Maidenflowers: Blossoms from Saga Reveal their hues, and In autumn are most fine—that Goes without saying! |
17
小男鹿の朝たつ霧にうりふ山嶺の梢は色こかりけり
saoshika no asa tatsu kiri ni urifuyama mine no kozue wa iro kokarikeri | Stags Within the rising morning mist on Urifu Moutain, where The treetops on the peak Have taken darker hues. |
18
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. |
21
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! |
22
On deer.
さを鹿の小野の草伏いちしろく我がとはなくに人の知れらく
sawosika no
wono no kusabusi
itisiroku
wa ga topanaku ni
pito no sireraku |
The stag
Lying in the meadow grass
Stands out, so
Not I but
Others will come to know! |
Anonymous
On deer.
さを鹿の朝伏す小野の草若み隠らひかねて人に知らゆな
sawosika no
asa pusu wono no
kusa wakami
kakurapikanete
pito ni sirayu na |
The stag
Lies in the meadow in the morn,
The grass so fresh
He cannot hide –
O, don’t let others know! |
Anonymous
[One of] two poems composed by Lord Ōtomo, the Governor-General.
我が岡にさを鹿来鳴く初萩の花妻どひに来鳴くさを鹿
wa ga woka ni
sawosika kinaku
patuagi no
pana tumadopi ni
kinaku sawosika |
To my hill
The stag comes and calls;
The first bush clover
Blooms for his bride
Has come to call, the stag! |
Ōtomo no Tabito
'Simply moving and elegant'