翻刻
【右丁】
扨ハ是迄トテ、太刀ヲハ馬ノ上ヨリ投捨テ刀ヲ抜キ、奥州ノ死骸
ニ取付腹切ントシ玉ヒケルヲ、左京大夫ノ兵ニ河崎帯刀ト云者、小次郎
カ上ニ落重ナリ、甲ヲ取テ投ノケ、頬当ノ外レヨリ二刀差テ髪ヲ
取テ引仰ノケ見レバ、二八計ナル若武者世ニ美クアテヤカナリ。何クニ
刀ヲ可立トモ不＿レ覚シテ、如何ニモシテ助申サン、名乗給ヘト申シケレバ、
小次郎宣ヒケルハ、名乗タリトモ人モ不可知、只頸ヲ取テ大将ノ供
シテ討死シタル頸ヨトテ人ニ相尋ヨ、若知人モアルヘシトテ、念仏唱ヘ
給テ、其後ハモノヲモ宣ハズ。アハレ此人ヲ助バヤトハ思ケレドモ、二刀マデ
指タル上、助タリトモ遁レ給フベキ様モナケレバ、嵐待間ノ花ノ枝折
ハ散行心地シテ、小次郎ノ頸ヲ掻落シ、後ニ人ニ尋ヌレバ、奥州ノ為ニハ
甥ナガラ、猶子ニシ給ヒテ、此年月寵愛シ給フト聞エシ辰房殿
【左丁】
ト申ニコソ、イトヽ哀れハ勝リケレ。扨モ奥州ハ四十余人ノ子ヲ持給シニ、
今度ノ大事ヲ思立テ討死シ給ニ、一人ニテモ最後ノ供ヲシタル
子共モ無リシニ、此小次郎一人討死シテ万口ノ称歎ニ残リケリ。
十六年ノ春秋イマダ年少ノ人ソカシ。弓矢ノ理リヲ弁テ、終ニ
死ニ赴ケル心コソヤサシケレ。孝ヲ存スル道ハ、只実子ニモ猶子ニモ
ヨラザリケリト、皆感涙ヲゾ流シケル。又奥州四箇国ノ守護タ
リシカバ、恩顧ノ者一家ノ被官二万人モ有ツランニ、軍難儀ニ
及シカバ思々ニ逃散テ、氏清討死シ給フ処ニテ十余人ヨリ外
ハナカリシ。ウタテカリシ事共ナリ。譜第厚恩ノ主君ノ目前ニ
討死スルヲ見ナガラ、金銀ヲノベテ出立タル鎧腹巻太刀刀ヲ取
捨テ、洛中辺土ノ寺院ニ五人十人逃入テ、心モ発ラヌ髪ヲ剃リ
現代語訳
【右丁】
「さては、もはやこれまで」と、太刀を馬の上から投げ捨てて刀を抜き、奥州の死骸に取り付いて腹を切ろうとなさったところを、左京大夫の兵の中に河崎帯刀という者が、小次郎の上に覆い重なるように落ちかかり、兜を取って投げのけ、頬当の外れたところから二刀刺して、髪を取って引き仰向けにして見れば、十六歳ほどの若武者で、この上なく美しく清らかな様子であった。どこに刀を立てればよいかもわからず、「なんとかして助け申し上げたい。名乗ってください」と申したところ、小次郎はおっしゃるには、「名乗ったところで誰も知るまい。ただ首を取って大将の供として討死した首よ、と言って人に尋ねよ。もしかすると知っている者もあろう」とおっしゃって、念仏を唱えられ、その後はもう何もおっしゃらなかった。「ああ、この人を助けたい」とは思ったけれども、すでに二刀まで刺してしまった上、助けたとしても逃げ延びられる見込みもなかったので、嵐を待つ間もなく花の枝が折れて散っていくような心地がして、小次郎の首を掻き落とした。後に人に尋ねたところ、奥州にとっては甥でありながら、さらに猶子（養子）とされて、この年月寵愛されてきたと聞こえていた辰房殿
【左丁】
と申す方であることがわかり、いっそう哀れさが勝るのであった。そもそも奥州は四十余人の子を持っておられたのに、今度の大事（挙兵）を思い立って討死なさったにあたり、一人たりとも最期の供をした子供もいなかったのに、この小次郎一人が討死して、万人の称賛と嘆き（賞賛の声）に残ることとなった。十六年の春秋をいまだ年少の身でありながら、弓矢の道理をわきまえて、ついに死に赴いたその心こそ優しく（武士として）けなげであった。孝を存する道は、ただ実子にも猶子にもよらないのであった、と、皆が感涙を流した。また、奥州は四か国の守護であったので、恩顧の者・一家の被官（家臣）が二万人もあったであろうに、戦が難儀に及ぶと、それぞれに思い思いに逃げ散って、氏清が討死なさったその場所にも十余人より外にはいなかった。情けないことであった。代々厚い恩を受けてきた主君が目の前で討死するのを見ながら、金銀をのべて（縫い込んで）作り立てた鎧・腹巻・太刀・刀を取り捨てて、洛中や辺土（郊外）の寺院に五人・十人と逃げ込んで、心も発っていない（道心も生じていない）のに髪を剃り
英語訳
**[Right folio]**
"So this is the end," Kojirō said, throwing his sword down from horseback, drawing his short blade, and clinging to Ōshū's body, about to cut open his belly — when one of Sakyō-no-daibu's warriors, a man called Kawasaki Tachi-no-tachi, threw himself on top of Kojirō, tore off his helmet and cast it aside, thrust his blade twice through the gap where the cheek-guard had come loose, and then seized Kojirō's hair and pulled his face upward to look at him. There before him was a young warrior of about sixteen years — strikingly beautiful and of an elegant, refined appearance. Not knowing where he could bring himself to strike, the warrior said, "By any means I would like to save you. Please tell me your name." Kojirō replied, "Even if I were to give my name, no one would know me. Simply take my head and, when presenting it alongside those who died in battle in the service of the general, ask those around you, saying, 'Whose head is this?' Perhaps there will be someone who recognizes it." With that, Kojirō recited the nembutsu, and after that spoke no more. The warrior thought, "Ah, how I wish I could save this person!" — yet he had already thrust his blade twice, and even were he to save Kojirō, there was no way Kojirō could escape. Feeling as though a flowering branch had snapped and its blossoms were scattering before the storm could even arrive, he cut off Kojirō's head. When he later inquired of others, he learned that this was none other than Tatsufusa-dono —
**[Left folio]**
— a man who, though Ōshū's nephew by blood, had been taken as his adopted son (*yūshi*) and cherished with deep affection throughout all these years — and so the grief was all the more overwhelming.
Yet Ōshū had possessed more than forty children, and though he had resolved upon this great undertaking and gone to his death in battle, not a single one of those children had accompanied him to the end. Only this one Kojirō had died with him, and his name remained on the lips of ten thousand in praise and lamentation alike. He had lived but sixteen springs and autumns — still so young — yet he understood the principles of the bow and arrow and in the end went forth to meet his death; how noble and admirable was that spirit. The path of filial devotion, it seems, is not determined by whether one is a blood son or an adopted son — and at this everyone shed tears of deep emotion.
Moreover, as Ōshū had been the *shugo* (military governor) of four provinces, there must have been some twenty thousand retainers and family dependants who owed him their allegiance. Yet when the battle turned desperate, each and every one fled in their own direction, and at the very spot where Ujikiyo fell in battle, there were no more than ten-odd men remaining. How utterly shameful a thing it was. While watching their lord — to whom generations of their families owed deep and abiding obligation — die in battle right before their eyes, they cast aside the armor, *haramaki* (belly armor), swords, and daggers they had adorned with inlaid gold and silver, fled into temples in the capital and its outskirts in groups of five or ten, and shaved their heads — their hearts not yet even moved to true religious awakening —