When I was a middle captain, and went as messenger to the Lesser Festival, a woman whom I hand just begun to see, said:
音に聞くこやすべらぎの御垣守
oto ni kiku ko ya suberagi no mikakimori |
Word has come that Here stands His Majesty’s Guardsman |
I replied:
いとしも戀に夜は燃えねど
itosi mo koFi ni yoru Fa moenedo |
Yet not altogether by fires Of nightly passion scorched! |