At the residence of the Princess of the First Order, there was a beautiful cherry tree by the quarters of the ladies-in waiting; thinking of a particular lady, I attached a spray to my poem:
植ゑて見る人のこゝろにくらぶれば遲くうつろふ花の色かな
| uwete miru Fito no kokoro ni kurabureba wosoku uturoFu Fana no iro kana |
This is planted to gaze upon My Lady’s heart In comparison More slow to fade Are the blossoms’ hues! |