Left (Win).
明ば又秋の半も過ぬべしかたぶく月のおしきのみかは
| akeba mata aki no nakaba mo suginubeshi katabuku tsuki no oshiki nomi ka wa |
With the dawn, once more Autumn’s midway point Has passed; Is it for the waning moon Alone, that I feel regret? |
55
Right
幾里か露けきのべに宿かりし光ともなふ望月の駒
| ikusato ka tsuyu keki nobe ni yado karishi hikari tomonau mochizuki no koma |
From so many estates, and In the dew-drenched fields Resting on their way, Speckled with the light Come the colts of Mochizuki |
56
Left (Tie).
うつりあへぬ花の千草にみだれつゝ風の上なる宮城野ゝ露
| utsuriaenu hana no chigusa ni midaretsutsu kaze no ue naru miyagino no tsuyu |
Unbecoming: Amongst the wildflower blossoms Entangled, Borne upon the wind, Dewdrops at Miyagi fields. |
47
Right
散らば散れ露分ゆかん萩原やぬれての後の花の形見に
| chiraba chire tsuyu wakeyukan hagiwara ya nurete no nochi no hana no katami ni |
If you are to fall, then fall! Dewdrops parted from The bush-clover, Having drenched it Will my keepsake of the blossoms be! |
48
Left (Tie).
なをざりの小野の淺茅に置露も草葉にあまる秋の夕暮
| naozari no ono no asaji ni oku tsuyu mo kusaba ni amaru aki no yûgure |
Brief, indeed, Upon the sharp-leaved cogon grass in Ono, Is the dewfall Now mounting upon the blades In the autumn evening. |
45
Right
淺茅生の小野の篠原うちなびき遠方人に秋風ぞ吹く
| asajiu no ono no shinohara uchinabiki ochikatabito ni aki kaze zo fuku |
The sharp-leaved cogon grass In the arrow-bamboo of Ono, Rustled by A traveller to a distant land: The autumn wind a’blowing. |
46
吾妹子がゝづけし綿を取らぬかとみるまで照らす菊の上の露
| wagimoko ga kadukesi wata wo toranu ka to miru made terasu kiku no uFe no tuyu |
My beloved has the blooms Capped with cotton; I’ll not take it Until within my gaze shines Dewfall, atop the chrysanthemums |
On hearing that a certain lady had become close to another, I wrapped a lotus fruit in a leaf, to make a point of some sort to her.
はちすのみ思ふをいとゞ浮き葉には露にてもなを心をくべし
| hatisu nomi omoFu wo itodo ukiFa ni Fa tuyu nite mo nawo kokoro wokubesi |
Bitter rue You think it not, but how Cruel to me, a leaf adrift On dewdrops; now should You pay me heed… |
When I had said, ‘I want to speak with you,’ and by the time she had said, ‘Come now!’ dawn had broken, the following morning:
露はらふ人しなければ冬の夜にをきあかしつるほど知らなむ
| tuyu FaraFu Fito sinakereba Fuyu no yo ni woki akasituru Fodo wo siranamu |
To brush away the dewfall I have no one, so This winter’s night I was awake till dawn; I would have you know how long it was! |
When a lady had gone to Hase and was returning, I sent someone to say that we could meet where she was and, indeed, we did.
こゝながら袖ぞつゆけき草枕十市の里の旅寢とおもへば
| koko nagara sode zo tuyukeki kusamakura towoti no sato no tabine to omoFeba |
Here, My sleeves are dew-drenched, indeed: Pillowed on the grasses, At Tōchi hamlet and Slumbering on your travels—how you fill my thoughts… |
After speaking with a women, the following day I sent this attached to a pink, and what do you think happened?
とこなつの花の露にはむつれねどぬるともなくて濡れし袖かな
| tokonatu no Fana no tuyu ni Fa muturenedo nurutomonakute nuresi sode kana |
Well-bedded, the pink Flower’s dewfall: Intimate with it I’m not, yet Unsuspecting, How drenched have my sleeves become! |