While going somewhere, sunk in thought, she saw a burning field by the road and composed this:
冬がれののべとわが身を思ひせばもえても春をまたまし物を
| Fuyugare no nobe to wa ga mi wo omoFiseba moetemo Faru wo matamasi mono wo |
Withered in winter Are the fields, and I- Were I the same, then Though I burn, the spring Might be something to await. |
Ise
伊勢