Obanazawa尾花澤
1Over the mountain behind a guide
主の云く是より出羽國に大山を隔てゝ道さだかならざれば道しるべの人を賴みて越べきよしを申すさらばと云て人を賴侍れば究竟の若者反脇差をよこたへ樫の材を携へて我らか先に立て行くけふこそ心危きめにも逢へき日なれと辛き思ひをなして後について行く主のいふにたがはず高山森々として一鳥聲きかず木の下やみしげりあひて夜行かごとし雲端に土ふる心地して篠の中ふみ分〳〵水をわたり岩に蹶て肌につめたき汗を流して最上の庄に出づかの案內せしおのこ云やう此道必不用の事あり恙なう送まいらせて仕合したりと悅び別れぬあとに聞て申す人むねとごろくのみ也
The master of the house said, "From here into the province of Dewa there is a great mountain between, and the road is not clear. You would do well to ask for a guide and cross with him." I said I would, and asked for a man. A very sturdy young fellow came, a curved short sword at his side and an oak staff in his hand, and he went on ahead of Sora and me.
"Today of all days I shall meet with danger," I thought, and I followed behind him with a heavy heart. It was just as the master had said. The high mountain was deep and still. Not one bird could be heard. Under the trees the darkness grew thick, and it was like walking a road at night. It felt as if earth were pouring down from the edge of the clouds. We pushed on and on through the bamboo grass, crossed water, stumbled on the rocks, and with a cold sweat on our skin we came out into the district of Mogami.
The man who had guided us said, "On this road something bad always happens. I am glad to have brought you through unharmed." He rejoiced and parted from us. Even hearing it afterward, my heart only pounded.
Interlinear notes 1
一本聞きさへトアリテ申す人ノ三字ナシ
Another text has 「聞きさへ」 and does not have the three characters 「申す人」.
2Seifū of Obanazawa
尾花澤にて淸風と云者をたづぬかれは富める者なれ共志いやしからず都にも數〳〵かよひてさすがにたびの情をも知りたれは日頃とゝめて長途のいたはりさま〴〵にもてなし侍る 凉しさを我宿にしてねまる也 這出よかひやか下の蟾の聲 まゆはきを俤にしてべにの花 蠶飼する人は古代の姿かな曾良
At Obanazawa I called on a man named Seifū. He is a rich man, but his mind is not mean. He has gone often to the capital, and so he knows what a traveler feels. He kept me for some days, and in many ways he eased the weariness of my long road.
The coolness — / I make it my own house and lie at my ease
Come crawling out — / under the silkworm shed, the voice of a toad
The eyebrow brush — / it is that shape they call to mind, these safflowers
Those who tend the silkworms keep the look of ancient days — Sora