Composed as a tanabata poem.
たなばたの衣のつまは心してふきなかへしそ秋のはつ風
| tanabata no koromo no tsuma wa kokoro shite fuki na kaeshi so aki no hatsu kaze |
O Weaver Maid, Of your robe’s hem Take care: Don’t let the gusts blow it back In the first breeze of autumn! |
Koben
Feeling the world was a fleeting place on hearing that Right Major Captain [Fujiwara no] Michifusa had died.
數ならぬ身の憂事は世中になきうちにだにいらぬなりけり
| kazu naranu mi no uki koto Fa yo no naka ni naki uti ni dani iranu narikeri |
Without number Are the griefs upon me; so, In this fleeting world Not even the dead can enter In, it seems. |
Koben