春日のの草は焼くともみえなくに下もえわたる春のさわらび
| kasugano no kusa wa yaku tomo mienaku ni shita moewataru haru no sawarabi | On Kasuga Plain The grasses may be burnt, yet I cannot even see Beneath the smouldering, budding Fresh bracken in springtime. |
[Fujiwara no] Kinzane 公実