When I arrived at that same veranda and gave my usual knock, the lady, despite knowing it was me, had someone in ignorance of the state of affairs ask who was there most crudely; the following morning, the lady composed:
あけぬ夜の心地ながらにあけにしをあさくらとひし聲は聞きゝや
| akenu yo no kokoti nagara ni akenisi wo asakura toFisi kowe Fa kikiki ya |
Never would the night brighten, I felt, yet Brighten up it did at last; ‘Who’s there?’ asked A voice – I wonder, can you have heard it? |