On a day at the end of the Third Month when it was raining, he plucked a spray of wisteria blossom and sent it to someone.
ぬれつつぞしひてをりつる年の内に春はいくかもあらじと思へば
| nuretutu zo siFite worituru tosi no uti ni Faru Fa ikukamo arazi to omoFeba |
Soaked through, and Heedless of it, I plucked this: For this year Spring, is all but Gone: or so I felt. |
Ariwara no Narihira
在原業平