Composed when at a stone hermitage at Ōmine practicing his devotions.

草のいほなに露けしと思ひけむもらぬいはやも袖はぬれけり

kusa no iFo nani tuyukesi to omoFikemu moranu iFaya mo sode Fa nurekeri

A hut of straw Is dew-drenched You might think, but though Nothing drips into my hut of stone My sleeves are soaked, indeed!

Archbishop Gyōson