Why, that’s a famous dish! Please give it me.
TSUNEYO (to WIFE).
He says he will take some; make haste and give it to him.
WIFE.
I will do so.
TSUNEYO.
Long ago when I was in the World I knew nothing of this stuff called millet but what I read of it in poems and songs. But now it is the prop of my life.
Truly Rosei’s dream of fifty years’ glory
That he dreamed at Kántán on lent pillow propped
Was dreamed while millet cooked, as yonder dish now.
Oh if I might but sleep as he slept, and see in my dream
Times that have passed away, then should I have comfort;
But now through battered walls
CHORUS.