HAKURYŌ.
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CHORUS.
Then on her coronet,
Jewelled as with the dew of tears,
The bright flowers drooped and faded.[172]
O piteous to see before the eyes,
Fivefold the signs of sickness
Corrupt an angel’s form.
ANGEL.
I look into the plains of heaven,
The cloud-ways are hid in mist,
The path is lost.
CHORUS.
Oh, enviable clouds,
At your will wandering
For ever idle in the empty sky
That was my home!
Now fades and fades upon my ear
The voice of Kalavink,[173]
Daily accustomed song.
And you, oh you I envy,
Wild-geese clamorous
Down the sky-paths returning;
And you, O seaward circling, shoreward sweeping
Swift seagulls of the bay:
Even the wind, because in heaven it blows,
The wind of Spring I envy.
HAKURYŌ.
Listen. Now that I have seen you in your sorrow, I yield and would give you back your mantle.