O-KATSU-SAN
Oh, messenger of the other world,
My little one is young;
She can not find her way—
Do you kindly take my little one
Upon your warm, broad back
Along the twilight path.
O-SODE-SAN
And you, Obaa-San,—was it words that kept sleep from your eyes?
OBAA-SAN
Ay, bitter dream-words. And for the bitterness I am paying dearly.—Over and over the words came to me:
Here lies my daughter's sleeping body
On the mat beside me.
But her soul is far away
Asleep in her lover's arms—
And I, her white-haired mother,
Hold only an empty shell.
Oh, I am ashamed—ashamed.—And just now Riki came to me—and told me he could not find Aoyagi.
O-KATSU-SAN AND O-SODE-SAN
Hai!