Composed on fallen blossom.
花さそふあらしの庭の雪ならでふりゆく物は我が身なりけり
| hana sasou arashi no niwa no yuki narade furiyuku mono wa wagami narikeri | Enticing the blossom, The storm wind to my garden Brings not the snow, instead Fallen into age is My sorry self. |
The Lay Priest and Former Palace Minister
