Composed on the wind bringing fond thoughts of the past, in the autumn after his father, Hidemune, had passed away.

露をだに今は形見の藤ごろもあだにも袖を吹く嵐かな

tsuyu o dani ima wa katami no fujigoromo ada ni mo sode o fuku arashi kana

Even the dewfall, which Now is a keepsake upon My mourning robes is Transient, so from my sleeves ‘Tis blown by the storming wind!

Fujiwara no Hideyoshi