A poem composed by Prince Naga, on the occasion of a visit to the Naniwa Palace in Kyōun 3 [707].
霰打 安良礼松原 住吉之 弟日娘与 見礼常不飽香聞
霰打つ安良礼松原住吉の弟日娘女と見れど飽かぬかも
| arare utu ararematubara sumiyosi no otoiwotome to miredo akanu kamo | Hail strikes Ararematsubara In Sumiyoshi A pleasure girl I see, yet cannot get my fill. |
Prince Naga (?-715)
長皇子
Left (Tie).
我道をまもらば君をまもる覧よはひはゆづれ住吉の松
| wa ga michi o mamoraba kimi o mamoruran yowai wa yuzure sumiyoshi no matsu |
My path of poetry Should you ward, then my Lord Would you protect? Bequeath to him your years, O Pines of Sumiyoshi! |
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Right (Tie).
契ありて今日宮河のゆふかづらながき世までにかけてたのまむ
| chigiri arite kyô miyagawa no yūkazura nagaki yo made ni kakete tanomamu |
Bonds from the past This day to Miyagawa take me; A garland, that I shall live for ages more, I’ll hang, and make my plea. |
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いにしへの契もむなし住吉や我が片削の神と頼めど
| inishie no chigiri mo munashi sumiyoshi ya wa ga katazoki no kami to tanomedo |
Long ago I vowed, but to no point: At Sumiyoshi, Incline to me as a roof-beam O God, I did implore, yet… |
Composed in the conception of the moon over a shrine, at the same poetry competition.
ふりにける松物いはゞとひてまし昔もかくや住の江の月
| Furinikeru matu mono iFaba toFitemasi mukasi mo kaku ya sumi no e no tuki |
The ancient Pines-if only they could speak! For I would ask, Of old was it as bright: The moon on Sumiyoshi Bay? |
The Minister of the Right [Fujiwara no Sanesada]
Composed for a picture of Sumiyoshi on a sliding door in the house of the Ichijô Minister of the Left [Minamoto no Masanobu].
すぎゝにしほどをばすてつ今年より千代のかずつむ住吉の松
| sukigi ni si Fodo wo ba sutetu kotosi yori tiyo no kazu tumu sumiyosi no matu |
The past We will abandon; From this year forth Of a thousand years in number make a pile, We pines of Sumiyoshi! |
Ōnakatomi no Yoshinobu
When he had not visited someone whom he had got to know for a long time, he went there, and sent this in from the gate.
住吉の松にたちよる白波のかへる折にや音は泣かるらん
| sumiyosi no matu ni tatiyoru siranami no kaFeru wori ni ya ne Fa nakaruran |
At Sumiyoshi, a pleasant place, The pines are washed over By the whitecaps; With their retreat Are they left rootless, weeping wails? |
Mibu no Tadamine
壬生忠岑