On being struck by the cold: on leaving his hut in Edo in the autumn of 1684, the Eighth Month, the sound of the wind was particularly chill.
野ざらしを心に風のしむ身哉
| nozarashi o kokoro ni kaze no shimu mi kana |
To be bleached bones in a field- I feel my fate as the wind Pierces my breast. |
(1684)