Composed on the final day of the Twelfth Month, while waiting for someone who had gone somewhere.
わがまたぬ年はきぬれど冬草のかれにし人はおとづれもせず
| wa ga matanu tosi Fa kinuredo Fuyu kusa no kare ni si Fito Fa otodure mo sezu |
I do not await The new year, yet it is here; The Winter plants Have withered and my distant friend Has sent not a line. |
Mitsune
躬恒