Around the Ninth Month, when I had gone to stay at the palace for a certain reason, and I heard someone’s voice from the adjoining chamber, wrote this on the edge of my mat and had it left there.

うきよには嵐の風にさそはれてこしやまがはに袖もぬらしつ

ukiyo ni wa arashi no kaze ni sasowarete koshiyamagawa ni sode mo nurashitsu

In this world of sorrows The storming wind Has invited me, and Koshi Mountain’s torrents Have soaked my sleeves.