When she presented a hundred-poem sequence.
ちりかかるもみぢの色はふかけれどわたればにごる山川の水
| chirikakaru momiji no iro wa fukakeredo watareba nigoru yamakawa no mizu | The fallen, scattered Scarlet leaves’ hue is Deep, indeed, yet In crossing it, I muddy The waters of a mountain stream. |
Sanuki, from the Nijō Palace
