A voice spoke.
(The voice of the GARDENER is heard; as he gradually advances along the hashigakari it is seen that he wears a “demon mask,” leans on a staff and carries the “demon mallet” at his girdle.)
GARDENER’S GHOST.
I was driftwood in the pool, but the waves of bitterness
CHORUS.
Have washed me back to the shore.
GHOST.
Anger clings to my heart,
Clings even now when neither wrath nor weeping
Are aught but folly.
CHORUS.