From the poetry contest in 1500 rounds.
ちりにけりあはれうらみのたれなれば花のあとゝふ春の山風
| chirinikeri aware urami no tare nareba hana no ato tou haru no yama kaze |
They have all fallen: Your despite Is aimed at who? That On the flowers’ remnants you should call, Mountain Spring-breeze. |
The Monk Jakuren
寂蓮