On hearing this, the personage in the Hall’s Shōnagon composed:
大空のしぐるゝだにもかなしきにいかにながめてふる袂そは
| oFozora no sigururu dani mo kanasiki ni ika ni nagamete Furu tamoto so Fa |
Though the broad skies Go so far as to drizzle In their sorrow, yet How should one gaze upon the long rains Falling upon your sleeves, as the time goes by… |