On the Seventh Day of the Seventh Month, on the feelings of the Weaver Maid at parting:
別るれど待ては頼もしたなばたのこのよに逢はぬ仲をいかにせむ
| wakaruredo mateba tanomosi tanabata no kono yo ni aFanu naka wo ikani semu |
Though they must part If she but waits, trust can The Weaver Maid; Unmet this night, What is to become of us… |