susu nö ama nö
oki tu mikamï ni
iwatarite
kadukitoru tö ipu
apabitama
ipo ti mogamo
pasikiyösi
tuma no mikötö nö
körömode nö
wakaresi töki yo nubatama nö
yodoko kata sari
asa ne kami
kaki mo kedurazu
idetekosi
tukï pi yomitutu
nagëkuramu
kökörönagusa ni
potötögisu
ki naku satukï nö
ayamegusa
pana tatibana ni
nuki mazipe
kadura ni se yo tö
tutumite yaramu
The fisherfolk of Susu
To the great god’s isle offshore
Cross over,
Saying they’ll dive for
Abalone pearls:
I wanted many
For my darling
Wife, who since
Our sleeves
Parted
In her lily seed dark Bedroom with a curtain drawn back,
Morning hair tousled with sleep
Untouched, uncombed
Since I left
Numbering the days and months
Does grieve,
To ease your heart
With cuckoo
Calling Fifth Month
Iris
And orange blossom
String in these pearls
And make a garland for your head:
I wrap them up and send to you.