A poem from a poetry competition at Prince Koresada’s house.
吹くからに秋の草木のしをるればむべ山かぜをあらしといふらむ
| Fuku kara ni aki no kusaki no siForureba mube yamakaze wo arasi to iFuramu |
A gust-and in that moment The Autumn trees and grasses Wither; Yes, the mountain wind Is aptly named ‘Storm‘. |
Fun’ya no Yasuhide
文屋康秀