Composed watching the snow fall.
ゆきふりて人もかよはぬみちなれやあとはかもなく思ひきゆらむ
| yuki Furite Fito mo kayoFanu miti nare ya atoFaka mo naku omoFikiyuramu |
The snow drifts down and No folk make their way along The path-is that me? Leaving no trace and Sunk in melancholy. |
Ōshikōchi no Mitsune
凡河内躬恒