After I had had various people compose on the scent of plum carried on the breeze.

梅がかをゆめの枕にさそひきてさむるまちける春の山風

ume ga ka o yume no makura ni sasoikite samuru machikeru haru no yamakaze

The scent of plum To my pillow, where I lay dreaming Was beckoned— Waiting ‘til I awakened did The mountain breeze in springtime.