Kindling 薪
ま柴かるかりばのをのに雪ふりてつま木になづむ遠の里人
| mashiba karu kariba no ono ni yuki furite tsumagi ni nazumu tō no satobito | The brushwood is withered In the hunting grounds, where The snow has fallen; As fond of kindling as he is of his wife, That distant villager. |
Akinaka