On the morning of the Eighth Day of the Seventh Month, after my son Kosogimi had died:
たなばたの今朝のわかれにくらぶればなをこはまさる心ちこそすれ
| tanabata no kesa no wakare ni kurabureba nawo ko Fa masaru kokoti koso sure |
The Weaver Maid Makes her farewell this morning: In comparison How much stronger Are my feelings. |