Poem #22

Tree leaves and grass from withering die
When mountain winds come in the fall.
And well the wind may be called high
That comes down blowing over all.

文屋康秀
　　吹くからに
秋の草木の
　　しをるれば
むべ山風を
　　嵐といふらん

Fuku kara ni aki no kusa ki no shiorureba
Mube yama kaze wo arashi to iuran