On seeing a spider spinning a web on the thread laid out on the Seventh Day of the Seventh Month, Ko’ōigimi composed:
織女のもろてにいそぐさゝがにのくもの衣は風や裁つらむ
| tanabata no morote ni isogu sasagani no kumo no koromo Fa kaze ya taturamu |
The Weaver Maid Keeps both hands busy; A tiny crab, The spider’s garb of cloud Might by a breeze be rent. |