Composed when he saw women returning from picking flowers on a day at the end of the Third Month.
とどむべき物とはなしにはかなくもちる花ごとにたぐふこころか
| todomubeki mono to Fa nasi ni Fakanaku mo tiru Fana goto ni taguFu kokoro ka |
That would halt them There is nothing, yet How hopelessly To every scattered flower My heart is drawn. |
Ōshikōchi no Mitsune
凡河内躬恒