On seeing fisherfolk burning salt when he was on the road to Kumano, and felt particularly unwell.

旅の空夜半のけぶりとのぼりなばあまのもしほ火たくかとやみん

tabi no sora yowa no keburi to noborinaba ama no mosiobi taku ka to ya min

Should into my travel’s skies One night as smoke I rise, The fisherfolk seaweed salt fires Kindling—would it appear so, I wonder?

Former Emperor Kazan