春といひ夏とすぐして秋風の吹上のはまに冬はきにけり
| haru to ii natsu to sugushite akikaze no fukiage no hama ni fuyu wa kinikeri | Spring, they say, then Spend the summer where The autumn breeze Blows up the sand on Fukiage Beach— Winter has come. |
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Daikōtaigōgū no suke taira no tsunemori-ason ke uta’awase 29
Round Five
Left
さやけさに又ことごともわすられてふた心なく月をこそみれ
| sayakesa ni mata kotogoto mo wasurarete futagokoro naku tsuki o koso mire | In its pure clarity Still, all other things Are forgotten, With no divisions in my heart Do I view the moon! |
Lord Suetsune
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Right (Win)
いかで猶秋しも月のかかりけむみるほどあらじ夏のよならば
| ikade nao aki shimo tsuki no kakarikemu miru hodo araji natsu no yo naraba | Why is it that always In autumn, above all, the moon Does seem to hang within the sky? There’s no time to see it, perhaps, On a summer night… |
Lay Priest Sanekiyo
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The Left’s configuration is entirely lacking in consistency and, in addition, fails to indicate a clear conception, so the Right must be declared the winner.
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Autumn
Composed on the morning of the 1st day of the Seventh Month.
昨日こそ夏はくれしかあさ戸出の衣手さむし秋のはつかぜ
| kinō koso natsu wa kureshi ka asa tode no koromode samushi aki no hatsukaze | Was it only yesterday that Summer reached its end? For stepping out my door this morning My sleeves are chilled By autumn’s first breeze… |
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Daikōtaigōgū no suke taira no tsunemori-ason ke uta’awase 15
Round Three
Left (Win)
たれよりも秋のあはれやまさるらん声にたてては鹿ぞ鳴くなる
| tare yori mo aki no aware ya masaruran koe ni tatete wa shika zo nakunaru | Who might it be that The sadness of autumn Strikes more keenly? Lifting up his voice, It is the stag crying out! |
Lord Yorisuke
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Right
春夏はなにに心をなぐさめて秋のみ鹿の妻をこふらん
| haru natsu wa nani ni kokoro o nagusamete aki nomi shika no tsuma o kouran | Spring and summer, too, How do they the heart Console? ‘Tis in autumn, alone, the stag Seems to yearn for his mate. |
Kenshō
30
The Left charmingly sounds as if the scene it describes is entirely natural. The Right isn’t bad, but, I seem to recall that there was a poem in—I think it was the Poetry Match at Lord Aritsuna’s Residence—that has the phrase ‘In autumn, above all, / The stag seems to yearn for his mate’, so it would have better to refrain from the final two lines. The Left should win.
