| The woman returned a poem, 'My hair, which we used to be like your hair, has grown below my shoulders, for whom else, but you, would I wear my hair up,' and they finally found out their true feelings. |
女、返し、 くらべこし ふりわけ髪も 肩過ぎぬ 君ならずして たれかあぐべき などいひいひて、つひに本意のごとくあひにけり。 |