Left (Win).
sode no ue ni
Resting atop my sleeves
A Servant Girl .
Right.
hitori sumu
Living alone,
Lord Tsune’ie .
The Right state: the Left’s poem has no faults. The Left state: the Right’s poem lacks a clear conception of love.
In judgement: the Left’s poem, indeed, has no faults. It should win.
浮き立ちて宿も定めぬ海人の子はなかなか世にや住みよかるらむ
ukitachite
Drifting about
Fujiwara no Shunzei
白波の寄する渚によをすくす海人の子なれば宿も定めず
siranami no
Waves of white
Composed and sent to someone who had come to see the cherry blossoms blooming at his house.
わが宿の花見がてらに来る人は散りなむのちぞこひしかるべき
wa ga yado no
To my home
Ōshikōchi no Mitsune
Written at in his hermitage, when he had gone to Ryūmonji.
葦田鶴に乗りてかよへる宿なれば跡だに人は見えぬなりけり
asitadu ni
On wings of cranes
Nōin
When the Biwa Minister of the Left, having some use for them, requested some oak leaves, and this was sent to the house of his acquaintence, Chikane, to obtain them.
我が宿を何時馴らしてか楢の葉を馴らし顔には折りにをこする
wa ga yado wo
With my home
Toshiko
草深く荒たる宿の灯火の風にきえぬは蛍なりけり
kusa Fukaku
Deep within the grasses
忘れ草茂れる宿を来て見れば思ひ軒より生ふるなりけり
wasuregusa
The day-lilies
Minamoto no Shunrai
When he visited, after many years, the home of lady with whom he had once been intimate, she composed this, pretending not to know who he was.
杉も杉宿もむかしの宿ながらかはるはひとの心なりけり
sugi mo sugi
The cedars and their
Anonymous
On hearing the frogs .
我宿にあひ宿り宿りしてすむ蛙夜になればやものは悲しき
wa ga yado ni
At my home
Anonymous
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'Simply moving and elegant'