Left
たづのすむはまべににほふとこなつはいとどのどけきかげぞみえける
tazu no sumu hamabe ni niou tokonatsu wa itodo nodokeki kage zo miekeru Cranes dwell On the beach where ever glow The pinks— How tranquil it is To see their shapes!
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Right (Win)
やまがつのかきほながらにうつしうゑていつとなくみむとこなつのはな
yamagatsu no kakio nagara ni utsushi uete itsu to naku mimu tokonatsu no hana Even by a woodcutter’s Brushwood fence Should they be transplanted Always would I gaze upon Bedded pinks in bloom…
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[i] This poem is included in Fubokushō (IX: 3460), attributed to Nakatsukasa, with the headnote ‘Poetry Match held by Junior Consort Yoshiko (Hōshi) in the Fifth Month, Tenryaku 10’. In some texts of the match, there is a minor variation in the wording of the final line, having iro (‘hues’), instead of kage (‘shapes’) as here.
Left – Pinks
もも草のときにつけつつさく中にいつともわかぬとこ夏の花
momokusa no toki ni tsuketsutsu saku naka ni itsu tomo wakanu tokonatsu no hana A hundred grasses Always with the season Bloom and among them Ever inseparable are The flowering pinks.
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Right
よろづよにぬるとこなつの花なればうつろふ秋もまたれざりけり
yorozuyo ni nuru tokonatsu no hana nareba utsurou aki mo matarezarikeri For ten thousand ages Have slept abed the pinks In bloom, so For the autumn when they fade They have no need to wait!
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Topics
Pinks Silver grass Karukaya Maidenflowers Orchids Bush clover Marlberry Scarlet leaves Bamboo Asters Evergreens Gentian
Poetry Match
Pinks
Left
あきののの花はさきつつうつろへどいつともわかぬやどのとこ夏
aki no no no hana wa sakitsutsu utsuroedo itsu to mo wakanu yado no tokonatsu In the autumn meadows, The flowers ever bloom, then Fade away, yet Never will that happen to The pink where I do dwell…
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Right
秋ののをみるよりも又あしひきの山となでしこさきにけるかな
aki no no o miru yori mo mata ashihiki no yamato nadeshiko sakinikeru kana Upon the autumn meadows I gaze—but better yet that In the leg-wearying Mountains of Yamato a pink Has bloomed!
2
The grasses’ fragrance.
床夏の露うちはらふ宵ごとに草のかうつるわがたもとかな
tokonatsu no tsuyu uchiharau yoigoto ni kusa no kōtsuru wa ga tamoto kana From the pinks The dewdrops I do brush Every single night, so The grasses’ fragrance has Shifted to my sleeves!
Saemon
うち払ふ袖も露けき常夏にあらし吹きそふ秋も来にけり
uchiharau sode mo tsuyukeki tokonatsu ni arashi fukisou aki mo kinikeri Swept clean My sleeves still are drenched with dew; Upon the pink A storm wind blew, and Brought autumn with it!
An allusive variation on KKS III: 167 .
咲きまじる色はいづれと分かねどもなほ常夏にしくものぞなき
sakimajiru iro wa izure to wakanedomo nao tokonatsu ni shiku mono zo naki Between the blend of blossoming Hues, there is No telling, and yet And yet, to the bedded pink Here, nothing can compare!
Sent to the grandfather, a man whose daughter had died, on seeing how fond he was of his grandchild.
いにしへの形見にこれや山賤の撫でゝおはせる常夏の花
inisFe no
katami ni kore ya
yamagatu no
nadete oFoseru
tokonatu no Fana
Of times gone-by
Here is but a keepsake:
A woodsman’s
Carefully tended
Pink.
At a time when I confined as a result of many observances, and I found myself unable to keep calm for thinking of her:
もろともに起き伏し物を思ふともいざ常夏の露となりけむ
morotomo ni
okiFusi mono wo
omoFu tomo
iza tokonatu no
tuyu to narikemu
Both
Awake and abed
Are you in my thoughts;
Look! Well-bedded pinks:
Dewfall upon them should we be!
'Simply moving and elegant'