Round Fourteen
Left (Win)
ちりちらず花より外の色ぞなきかさなる山の嶺の春風
| chiri chirazu hana yori hoka no iro zo naki kasanaru yama no mine no harukaze | Scattered, or not, Other than the blossoms’ Hues are there none Layered upon the mountain Peaks by the breeze in springtime.[1] |
Shō
27
Right
かづらきやたかまの山はうづもれて空に棚引く春のしら雲
| kazuragi ya takama no yama wa uzumorete sora ni tanabiku haru no shirakumo | In Kazuragi Takama Mountain Is buried by Trailing across the skies Clouds of white in springtime. |
Nagatsuna
28
The Left’s poem appears fine. The Right’s poem, having ‘Takama Mountain is buried’ is both pretentious and does not link to anything. The Left must win.
[1] An allusive variation on: On a folding screen for the Kamo Virgin, for the place showing people going along a mountain path. ちりちらずきかまほしきをふるさとの花見て帰る人もあはなん chiri chirazu / kikamahoshiki o / furusato no / hana mitekaeru / hito mo awanan ‘Are they scattered, or not, is / What I would ask, but / The ancient estate’s / Blossom having seen and returned— / Those folk I would have you meet.’ Ise (SIS I: 49)
