From the poetry contest in 1500 rounds.
おもひたつとりはふるすもたのむらんなれぬる花のあとのゆふぐれ
| omoi tatsu tori wa furu su mo tanomuran narenuru hana no ato no yûgure |
Of a mind to depart, A bird his former nest Will always find; Accustomed to the blossoms On this evening they are gone… |
The Monk Jakuren
寂蓮