Composed on spending spring accompanied by nothing but blossom.

ちらぬ間は花をともにて過ぎぬべし春よりのちのしる人もがな

tiranu ma Fa Fana wo tomo nite suginubesi Faru yori noti no siru Fito mogana

While still unscattered The blossom is my only friend, and When ‘tis past And spring is gone, then Would I have folk to know!

The Hanazono Minister of the Left