翻刻
＿レ伎誠在＿レ我（○）何用相見説＿二坎｜坷（○）＿一唯願與＿レ君同弩｜力（○）横山芳
誉播＿二天｜下（○）＿一
追＿二-悼楠亭渡邊翁＿一《割書： 湖東筑摩人｜ 》
朝坐（●●）＿二湖上亭（●●○）＿一暮坐（●●）＿二湖上亭（●●○）＿一飢食（●●）＿二湖米粲（●●○）＿一渇飲（●●）＿二湖水清（●●○）＿一」湖
水清徹｜底（○）若人何瀟｜洒（○）遯＿レ世而無＿レ悶（○）有-政惟孝｜弟（○）」憶昔
訪＿二夫｜君（○）＿一行行湖水｜濆（○）一樹老楠｜秀（○）人指先生｜門（○）」迎＿レ我飲＿二
湖｜上（○）＿一湖魚留＿レ我｜煮（○）遥遥湖城背｜外（○）送＿レ我罄＿二晤｜語（○）＿一」温潤如＿二瓊
玉（○）＿一貞堅石與＿レ金（○）仁厚化＿二郷｜俗（○）＿一可＿レ知所＿レ得｜深（○）」一別経＿二幾｜歳（○）＿一
赴音数行｜字（○）開＿レ緘驚且｜歎（○）不＿レ覚潜＿二涕｜涙（○）」聞説易賽｜前（○）湖【「涕涙」の下に返り点一が脱落】
天亦黯｜然（○）遠近慕＿二高｜誼（○）＿一会葬人幾｜千（○）」湖上吾旧｜郷（○）夢思
何敢｜忘（○）美事常願＿レ聞（○）逢＿レ人問審｜詳（○）」寄＿レ言湖上｜友（○）墓碑須＿二
高｜手（○）＿一老楠継＿二老｜藤（○）＿一千歳同不｜朽（○）
杪秋念五格堂木村君招飲同＿二林鶯溪岩瀬蟾州
二君大槻磐溪長戸得所二子＿一賦分韻
此境是何境雉楪（●●●●○●●）【読み：チョウ】勢巍巍四顧塵囂（●●○●●●●）【囂：ゴウ（やかましいこと）】絶鳬（○●）【かも】雁帯（●●）＿二光輝（●○）＿一内
有＿二餐-霞｜客（○）＿一処世淡忘＿レ機（○）小楼架＿二木｜未（○）＿一一園水石｜囲（○）燕坐
延＿二文｜士（○）＿一談諧辨＿二是｜非（○）＿一酒量小＿二稽｜阮（○）＿一詩格推＿二陶｜韋（○）＿一陪歓知
何｜幸（○）煙雲意相｜依（○）回＿二君度量｜大（○）＿一嗟＿二吾才力微（○）＿一古松青欝【㣲：微の異体字】
欝（○）野菊香馡｜馡（○）沙禽喜（●●●）＿二晩霽（●○）＿一楓葉見（●●●）＿二霜威（●○）＿一仙凡分＿二世｜界（○）＿一
佳会遇亦｜稀（○）栞尊興難＿レ尽（○）城鼓莫＿レ催＿レ帰（○）
現代語訳
【前頁「贈横山仲祥画史」の続き】
技を磨くことは誠に我が身にあり、何ぞ相見えて坎坷（不遇）を説く要あらんや。ただ願わくは君と共に弩力（全力）を尽くさん――横山の芳誉、天下に播かれん。
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**楠亭渡辺翁を追悼す**（湖東筑摩の人）
朝は湖上の亭に坐し、暮れには湖上の亭に坐す。飢えれば湖の米飯を食し、渇けば湖の清水を飲む。
湖の水は底まで清く澄み、この人はいかに瀟洒なることか。世を遁れて悶えることなく、政（まつりごと）においては孝悌のみを守る。
昔、夫君を訪ねたことを憶う。湖の水辺を行き行けば、一本の老いた楠の木が秀でており、人はそれを指して「先生の門」と言った。
我を迎えて湖上で酒を飲ませ、湖の魚を煮て引き留めてくれた。遥か遠く湖城の背後の外より、私を見送り、語り合いを尽くしてくれた。
温かく潤いあること瓊玉の如く、貞節堅固なること石と金の如し。仁厚にして郷俗を感化し、その得るところの深さは知るべし。
一別してより幾歳を経たることか。数行の文字が届き、封を開けば驚き且つ歎き、覚えず涕涙を潜かに流した。
聞けば易賽（臨終）の前、湖天もまた黯然として曇り、遠近の人々が高誼を慕い、会葬の人は幾千人にも及んだという。
湖上はわが旧き故郷、夢にまで思うことをどうして忘れられようか。美しき事々を常に聞きたく願い、人に逢うたびに詳しく問い尋ねる。
湖上の友に言を寄す――墓碑には必ず高手（名人の手）を要すべし。老いた楠は老いた藤と共に継ぎ、千歳にわたり共に朽ちることなからん。
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**晩秋二十五日、格堂木村君の招飲に同じくし、林鶯渓・岩瀬蟾州二君、大槻磐渓・長戸得所二子と共に賦して韻を分かつ**
この境はいかなる境ぞ。雉楪（木の茂る様）の勢いは巍巍として高く、四顧すれば塵囂（俗世の喧騒）は絶え、鳧（かも）と雁は光輝を帯びる。
内には餐霞の客（仙人のような人）あり、処世淡々として機を忘れる。小楼は木末に架かり、一園は水石に囲まれる。
燕坐して文士を招き、談笑して是非を辨ず。酒量は稽・阮（竹林の七賢）に及ばず小さく、詩格は陶・韋（陶淵明・韋応物）を推す。
陪歓して幸いを知る何と――煙雲の意は相い依る。君の度量の大きさに感じ入り、我が才力の微なることを嗟嘆す。
古松は青く欝欝とし、野菊の香りは馡馡と漂う。砂浜の禽は晩晴を喜び、楓葉は霜の威を見せる。
仙凡は世界を分かち、佳会に逢うことも亦た稀なり。樽に挿した花枝に興は尽き難く、城の鼓よ、帰るを催すこと莫かれ。
英語訳
**[Conclusion of "Presented to the Painter Yokoyama Chūshō," continued from previous page]**
The perfection of one's art truly lies within oneself — what need is there to meet and speak of hardships and frustrations? I only wish that together with you we may exert our utmost strength — may the fine reputation of Yokoyama spread throughout the land.
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**In Mourning for the Late Elder Nantei Watanabe**
*(A man of Kōtō, Chikuma)*
Morning: seated in the lakeside pavilion. Evening: seated in the lakeside pavilion. When hungry, eating the rice of the lake; when thirsty, drinking the clear waters of the lake.
The lake waters are clear to their very depths — what an elegant and free-spirited man he was! He withdrew from the world without distress; in governance, he held only filial piety and fraternal duty.
I recall visiting you, dear master — walking along the shores of the lake, a great old camphor tree stood tall, and people pointed to it saying, "That is the teacher's gate."
You welcomed me and we drank together on the lake; you cooked the lake's fish and bade me stay. From far beyond the back of the lake-castle, you saw me off, and we talked until there was nothing left to say.
Warm and gentle as jade and jewels, steadfast and strong as stone and gold — through your benevolence you transformed the customs of your village; the depth of what you had attained was plain to see.
Since our parting, how many years have passed? A letter arrived — a few lines of characters. Opening the seal, I was shocked and grieved, and unwittingly let tears fall silently.
I hear that before his final crossing, even the sky above the lake turned dark and somber. From near and far, people came to pay respects to his noble character — those attending the funeral numbered in the thousands.
The lakeside is my old homeland; how could I ever dare forget it even in dreams? I always wish to hear of beautiful things there, and ask anyone I meet for full details.
A word to the friends by the lake: the tombstone must be entrusted to a master's hand. May the old camphor tree continue beside the old wisteria — together, may they remain imperishable for a thousand years.
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**On the Twenty-Fifth Day of Late Autumn, Joining the Drinking Gathering Hosted by Master Kakudō Kimura, Together with Lin Yingxi, Iwase Senshū, Ōtsuki Bankei, and Nagato Tokusho — Composing Verses and Dividing the Rhymes**
What a place is this! The treetops rise in majestic grandeur; looking in all four directions, the noise and dust of the mundane world have ceased — wild ducks and geese trail brilliance in their wake.
Within dwells a guest who feeds on mist (a recluse of celestial manner), living in the world with serene detachment, forgetting all scheming. A small tower is perched among the treetops; a whole garden is encircled by water and stones.
Sitting at ease, literary men are gathered; in lively conversation, right and wrong are debated. My capacity for wine falls far short of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove; in poetic style, I look up to Tao Yuanming and Wei Yingwu.
Joining in the festive joy, how fortunate I feel — in the haze of smoke and cloud, our sentiments entwine. I am moved by the greatness of your generosity, and lament the smallness of my own talent.
The ancient pines are deep, lush, and green; the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums drifts all around. The birds on the sand rejoice at the clearing of the evening sky; the maple leaves show the might of the frost.
The realms of the immortal and the mundane are divided; such fine gatherings are rare to encounter. The interest stirred by the flower-branch in the wine jar can hardly be exhausted — O city drum, do not sound to call us home!