When he composed a hundred-poem sequence at his home.
いかばかり身にしみぬらんたなばたのつまゝつよゐのあまの河風
| ika bakari mi ni shiminuran tanabata no tsuma matsu yoi no ama no kawa kaze |
How deeply does It pierce her breast, I wonder The Weaver Maid Awaits her man tonight In the breeze off Heaven’s River. |
The Lay Priest and Former Chancellor and Grand Minister [Fujiwara no Kanezane]