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