From the Poetry Competition in 1500 rounds.
ながめわびそれとはなしに物ぞおもふ雲のはたての夕ぐれの空
| nagame wabi sore to wa nashi ni mono zo omou kumo no hatate no yūgure no sora |
Sorrowful, I lift my gaze, but She’s not there, is all My gloomy thought; Beyond the streaming clouds Lies the evening sky. |
Commander of the Bodyguards of the Left Michimitsu