In reply to a message sent from the residence of someone who had gone to a distant province, saying ‘I would show you my sleeves…’

我ゆゑにぬるるにはあらじから衣やまぢのこけの露にぞ有りける

ware yue ni nururu ni wa araji karakoromo yamaji no koke no tsuyu ni zo arikeru

For my sake Soaked is not, I think, Your Cathay robe, for Mossy mountain paths Are thick with dew!

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