Around the Third Month, when a man with whom she had been chatting all night was departing for home, he said that this morning in particular he had cause for gloom, so she composed:
|kesa wa shimo
nageki mo suran
haru no yo hito yo
yume o dani mide
|On this of all mornings
There is cause for grief, I’d say.
To stay a spring night, all night, and
Not even glimpse a dream!