Holloa! in the thatched hut Is Kagekiyo there within? Is there The boisterous Kagekiyo?
Worrying, Worrying, even if my state were well. And even though these people came from home, Shame for this very self compels me now Without my name to let them go--and yet-- And yet it rends my heart and the sad tears As of a thousand streams run down my sleeves. I waken with the thought that earthly things Are naught, and but as visions in a dream. I am resolved in this world now to be As one who is not, and if they will call This beggar Kagekiyo, why reply? Moreover in this province I've a name--
That name in Hiuga facing to the sun,[36] In Hiuga, facing to the sun is not The name they call, but they return to one Of the old days, discarded long ago, Which with my helplessly dropped bow I dropped. Wild thoughts again I never will excite And yet I'm angry.
While I live In this place; if I stir the hate of those With means, how helpless would I be! and like A blind man who had lost his walking-stick. A crippled man am I, and yet I dared Unreasonable words to use in wrath. Forgive I pray!
Blind are my eyes and yet I surely know Another's thought hid in a single word. And if upon the mountains blows the wind Against the pine trees, I can tell its source, Whether it comes from snow or unseen flowers,-- Flowers only seen in dreams from which to wake Is to regret! Again if in the bay Upon the rough sea beaches dashing waves Are heard, then I well know the evening tide Is rising. Aye, to the great Taira clan I do belong, and so to pleasure them I'd give recitals of those olden days.
How now, I wish to say a word to thee, For it has troubled me that I just now Used such quick-tempered words. For what I said I pray thee pardon me.
Well, that is naught. So never mind it. And, has no one come, To make inquiries here before I came?
No, no. Except thy calling, none has been.
Ho! 'Tis a lie thou sayest. Certainly Did Kagekiyo's noble daughter come. Wherefore dost thou conceal? It is because I feel her story is so pitiful That I've come here with her.
So now at once Meet with your father, see him face to face
Pray, it is I, I who have come to you. Cruel! The rain, the wind, the dew and frost I minded not along that distant road, While coming to you! And all this, alas, Becomes as nothing! Does a Father's love Depend upon the nature of the child?[37] Ah, heartless!