RIKI
My little princess! I did not come to you sword in hand; I did not fight my way from Kyushu to Koban. But I strove for you through forest, marsh and mountain pass.—Within me throbbed a mighty song that I could not sing. I saw almost all the world, it seems, and once I heard a voice that seemed to call to me alone. It was at the ferry of Ishiyama. I followed the sound—and there she stood all aglow in the morning sunlight. But when I saw, the song still throbbed within my heart and I could not sing to her.—Someone else called to me—"Hai! Hai! Hai!"
AOYAGI
And what of her—the vision at the ferry of Ishiyama?
RIKI
For all I know she may still be standing there in the morning sunlight all aglow.—I have found you!
AOYAGI
And was she—fair?
RIKI
Ay—how can I say? Now all the world is fair because I see only you in earth and sky and everything.