She had gone on a pilgrimage to a distant place and, on her way back home, composed this gazing at some mountain cherries.
都人いかゞと問はゞ見せもせむかの山櫻ひとえだもがな
| miyako Fito ikaga to toFaba mise mo semu kano yamazakura Fito eda mo gana |
If capital folk Should ask, ‘How were they?’ I would rather show them; Of yonder mountain cherry, A single sprig is what I need. |
Izumi Shikibu
和泉式部