When a servant was sent over from the neighbouring house with a request for some flowering pinks, he was reluctant, composing this poem sent it back.
ちりをだにすゑじとぞ思ふさきしよりいもとわがぬるとこ夏のはな
| tiri wo dani suwezi to zo omoFu sakisi yori imo to wa ga nuru tokonatu no Fana |
Not even dust May touch them, I feel, Since they’ve bloomed, Where my love and I bed down On pink coverlets of flowers. |
Mitsune
躬恒