One day at a memorial service for someone at the Lower Izumo Temple, he listened to the Monk Shinsei giving a sermon, composed this and sent it to Ono no Komachi.
つつめども袖にたまらぬ白玉は人を見ぬめの涙なりけり
tutumedomo
sode ni tamaranu
siratama Fa
Fito wo minu me no
namida narikeri
I may wrap them up, but
In my sleeve, they will not stay,
These white jewels,
Shed for a lady I cannot glimpse
Are my tears.