田安家邸園図. [5] - 翻刻

翻刻

大くさのけん丁のことくしんはのし原
大かたの野へをも与所にそみるらんかつらの棹
さして月の船山柳のうらのほとりこきめく
り尾はなかつゝみのもとにやすらへは浪たゝこゝ
もとによせかへり秋のみなと田に色こきいね
ともうち重ねたるを見ても粒々みな辛苦
とかいひけむ民のしわさのいとなさもおもひ
やられぬへしそめし紅葉の下道よりのそ
まはなにしおふ千入の渕はにしきをさらすと
のみなむ見るへけりける月とふ里にしはしたゝ
すみ竹の葉山の関こえて月まつうらを
たつねみむにさしの本る光の有明の浦
かけてくまもなくすみわたり神のます鳥居
か崎玉もかる乙女か崎によ深くさゝ浪の声聞
ゆるもかう〳〵しうみれとあかぬ網代の浦は
ひをのよるせを誰かまつらむと思ふもゆかし
ことのはの色音の山路をゆかはいとゝ花鳥の
す待心地やすらんかゝる四の時のけしきを書と所
にみることけにたくひもあらし御礼は竹の細道
よゝ絶す松のこ島の末葉迄もいや栄つゝ千年
の浜くつれすの岸を例に猶も君の恩波に
浴し蓬流千秋のたちに長く月花をたのしひ
給はんことをことほ喜まいらせむと思へは我もまた
またの
画中の人とならむことをねかふのみ
正取　

現代語訳

大草の剣町のごとく、真葉の芝原、大方の野辺をも、よそにそみるらん、葛の棹さして月の船、山柳の浦のほとりを漕ぎめぐり、尾花葛包みのもとに安らえば、波ただここもとに寄せ返り、秋の港田に色濃き稲ともうち重なるを見ても、「粒々皆辛苦」とかいひけむ、民の仕業のいとなみさもおもひやられぬべし。染めし紅葉の下道より覗まば、何にしおふ千入の淵は、錦をさらすとのみなむ見るべけりける。月問ふ里にしばしたたずみ、竹の葉山の関越えて、月待つ浦をたずね見む。差し昇る光の有明の浦かけて、くまもなく澄み渡り、神のます鳥居ヶ崎、玉も刈る乙女ヶ崎に夜深くさざ浪の声聞ゆるも、かうかうしう見れど飽かぬ網代の浦は、火男の夜瀬を誰か待つらむと思ふも床し。言の葉の色音の山路をゆかばいとど花鳥の巣待つ心地やすらん。かかる四時の景色を書く所に見ることけにたぐひもあらし。御礼は竹の細道、よよ絶えず松の小島の末葉までもいや栄えつつ、千年の浜崩れずの岸を例に、猶も君の恩波に浴し、蓬流千秋のたちに長く月花を楽しみ給はんことをことほぎ申しあげむと思えば、我もまたまたの画中の人とならむことを願うのみ。

正取（花押）

英語訳

Like the sword-shaped grasses of Okusa's Kencho, the true-leafed lawn stretches broadly across the fields, seemingly viewed from afar. Punting a pole like a vine tendril, one rows a moon-boat around the shores of the mountain willows; resting beneath the pampas grass and kudzu-covered embankment, the waves wash back and forth here at one's very feet. Viewing the richly colored rice stalks heaped upon one another in the autumn harbor-fields, one cannot help but think of the labor of the common people, as the saying goes — "every grain has been won through hardship." Peering through the path beneath the dyed autumn leaves, what is it that the deep-dyed crimson pool is known for? One can only see it as the spreading out of brocade silk.

Lingering a while in the village where one asks after the moon, crossing the pass of Takeno-ha Mountain, one shall seek out the shore where the moon is awaited. The light rising up over the Bay of Ariake spreads without a shadow of dimness; at Torii-ga-saki, where the gods dwell, and at Otome-ga-saki, where sacred jewels are gathered, the sound of the gentle waves is heard deep in the night — though one looks upon it with reverence, the Bay of Ajiro is never wearying to behold. How intriguing to wonder: who awaits the night-shallows of the fisherman's torches? If one were to walk the mountain path of the sounds and colors of words, how much more like the nesting-place of flowers and birds one's heart would feel at rest.

To behold in one place the scenery of all four seasons in this manner is truly without equal. As for the expression of gratitude, may it continue without cease through the narrow bamboo path, may flourishing increase to the very tips of the leaves of the pine islets, and, taking as precedent the shore of a thousand years that never crumbles, may one continue to bathe in the gracious waves of Your Lordship's benevolence; and wishing that you may long enjoy the moon and blossoms in this floating life of a thousand autumns, I offer my congratulations — and with that thought, I too wish for nothing more than to become once again a figure within this painting.

*Masatori* [with seal/signature]