In reply to what was written by the Gentleman-in-Waiting to the Lay Priest upon a silver water-horn, when I was to go down to Usa.
むすぶ手の別れとおもふにいとゞしくこのみづゝのに袖ぞ濡れける
| musubu te no wakare to omoFu ni itodosiku kono midutuno ni sode zo nurekeru |
Our clasped hands Parting, were in my thoughts, so Certain it was that This water-horn would Soak my sleeves. |