When people were commanded to compose a seventeen poem sequence.
冬の空日影みじかき比なればいとどほどなく暮るる年かな
| fuyu no sora hikage mijikaki koro nareba itodo hodo naku kururu toshi kana | The winter sky’s Sunlight hours are Brief, so Shortly, very shortly The year will reach its evening. |
Dharma Seal Kakkan
On the conception of rarely met love.
夢ぞとも思ひなしてや止みなまし忘れぬ程に驚かさずば
| yume zo tomo omoinashite ya yaminamashi wasurenu hodo ni odorokasazaba |
A dream Did I decide it? If it would end While I yet remembered, I would not be surprised… |
Supernumerary Middle Councillor [Fujiwara no] Tsunehira
藤原経平