Yes! 'twas the hour when all my hopes
Seemed idle as the dews that shake
And tremble in their lotus-cups
By deep Tsurugi's lake,—
'Twas then the omen said :
“Fear not! he'll come his own dear love to wed.”

What though my mother bids me flee
Thy fond embrace? No heed I take ;
As pure, as deep my love for thee
As Kiyosumi's lake.
One thought fills all my heart:
When wilt thou come no more again to part?