From the Poetry Contest at Prince Koresada’s House.
松の音に風のしらべをまかせては竜田姫こそ秋はひくらし
| matu no ne ni kaze no sirabe wo makasete Fa tatutaFime koso aki Fa Fikurasi | Sighing through the pines The wind is being tuned Up— Princess Tatsuta The notes of autumn does seem to pluck. |
Mibu no Tadamine
Wow, okay, that central conceit is way more original than I’d expect from Tadamine. The handling’s a little awkward, but go him.