At the archery display by the Bodyguards of the Right on the Sixth day of the Fifth month, faintly seeing a lady’s face through the curtains of her carriage, he composed this, and sent it to her.
見ずもあらず見もせぬ人のこひしくはあやなくけふやながめくらさむ
| mizu mo arazu mi mo senu Fito no koFisiku Fa ayanaku keFu ya nagamekurasan |
Not unseen, Yet not seen, lady; Have I longed To no purpose, today, Lost in thoughts of you? |
Ariwara no Narihira
有原業平