Japanese Plays and Playfellows — Chapter 7

"Asa okuri yu mukai."

"Omoi yokoshima nashi."

"Sad is my love forBeaurega Sama:He goes, but I goNever, to France."

"Could I but meet you!Could I but see you!Waves roll between us;Wishing is vain.

"Thinking about you,Watching your likeness;Yet the watched likenessSays not a word.

"You, my French master,Living in Paris,I am Awazu'sSingle lone pine.

'In mine ears waking,In mine ears dreaming,Ever one sound is,That of thy voice.

"Heard though the voice be,Unseen thy body;So, on the mountains,Nightingales sing.

"Now—though we once sleptPillow by pillow—'Where and how are you?'Asking, I weep."