Fair winds and smoke rising from
cooking fires in the eastern part of the
capitol are pleasing to this guest;
For the past few years the cassia blossoms
have made him forget difficulties.
The fresh water bubbles are clean and iridescent in the Kamo River;
The purple sunset embraces
humpbacked mountains.
The geta I wear in the evening have
absorbed the fragrance of flowers;
Many of my spring clothes are stained with wine.
I regret there is no admirer of my talents
in this wine shop;
Who will write a farewell poem sympathizing with my unrecognized
ability.
