Around the first day of the Fourth Month, I was somewhat unwell and wrote this to a lady who knew nothing of it, but had sent no letter enquiring.
夏引の糸にはあらず一日より苦しかるとも知らぬなるべし
| natubiki no ito ni Fa arazu Fito Fi yori kurusikaru to mo siranu narubesi |
Spun in summer A silken thread I’m not, Yet since the first That I have suffered You know not, most likely. |