|I think I need not ask whose face it is,
So bright, this evening face, in the shining dew.
|Come a bit nearer, please. Then might you know
Whose was the evening face so dim in the twilight.
|Though loath to be taxed with seeking fresher blooms,
I feel impelled to pluck this morning glory.
|In haste to plunge into the morning mists,
You seem to have no heart for the blossoms here.
|This pious one shall lead us on our way
As we plight our troth for all the lives to come.
|So heavy the burden I bring with me from the past,
I doubt that I should make these vows for the future.
|And did it confuse them too, the men of old,
This road through the dawn, for me so new and strange?
|And is the moon, unsure of the hills it approaches,
Foredoomed to lose its way in the empty skies?
|Because of one chance meeting by the wayside
The flower now opens in the evening dew.
|The face seemed quite to shine in the evening dew,
But I was dazzled by the evening light.
|One sees the clouds as smoke that rose from the pyre,
And suddenly the evening sky seems nearer.
|Time goes by, you ask not why I ask not.
Think if you will how lonely a life is mine.
|Hollow though it was, the shell of the locust
Gave me strength to face a gloomy world.
|I bound them loosely, the reeds beneath the eaves,
And reprove them now for having come undone.
|The wind brings words, all softly, to the reed,
And the under leaves are nipped again by the frost.
|I weep and weep as today I tie this cord.
It will be untied in an unknown world to come.
|A keepsake till we meet again,I had hoped,
And see,my tears have rotted the sleeves away.
|Autumn comes, the wings of the locust are shed.
A summer robe returns, and I weep aloud.
|The one has gone, to the other I say farewell.
They go their unknown ways. The end of autumn.