Jishō sanjū roku nin uta’awase 335

高円の野路の篠原風冴えて玉井が袖に霰迸る

takamado no
noji no shinohara
kaze saete
tamai ga sode ni
arare tabashiru

At Takamado,
In Shinohara in Noji,
Chill is the wind, and
Upon jewel-strewn sleeves
Tumble hailstones.

Shun’e
俊恵

Waka Poetry