After a certain lady had set off up to the capital, I composed these and, attaching them to a letter, had it sent to her.

夜をさむみひとりね覚の床さえてわが衣手に霜ぞ置きける

yo o samumi hitori nezame no toko saete wa ga koromode ni shimo zo okikeru

Chill the night, so On waking alone My bed is frozen, and On my sleeves Frost has fallen, indeed![i]

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[i] See: Topic unknown. 夜をさむみねざめてきけばをしぞなく払ひもあへず霜やおくらん yo o samumi / nezamete kikeba / oshi zo naku / harai mo aezu / shimo ya okuran ‘Chill the night and / On waking, I hear / A mandarin drake a’crying / For he cannot brush away / The fallen frost, it seems.’ Anonymous (Gosenshū VIII: 478)