Classic Poem

Last year on this night, attending at Seiryo,
(The name of the imperial residence)
my poem " Autumn Thoughts " expressed my lonely grief.
(By imperial command, we composed poems on " autumn thoughts. " Mine expressed much frustration.)
Generously bestowed, that imperial robe is now beside me here.
I lift it everyday to revere its lingering scent.
(I write this because after the banquet ended that night, the emperor gave me a robe that I keep with me in a box.)