One Thousand Summers

As my love first came to realisation, word had already spread.

For you I would have given up my life. Now together, I guard it dear.

When I must hide these burning feelings, I feel as though my body is on fire with Ibuki mugwort.   

Gust of wind carries leaves from the trees, giving the name of storm to the mountain wind.    

Feel the love deepen over time, like the stream widening into a river as it descends Mount Tsukuba.

Said night was young when the false rooster crowed, but the gates of Osaka remained shut.

Impassioned vows exchanged over many a tear shed to  last until the day waves crash over Mount Suenomatsu.

My own home is a retreat laying southeast of the capital ,  where I can hide from the troubles of this world.

Nothing can be worse than living a moment longer when I cannot bear growing any weaker than I already have.

So spring ends and summer comes, now white robes hang to dry on Mount Amanokagu.

Impassionate gods have never seen crimson that lies in the Tatsuta River.

Note that though we may be apart, if I am to hear that you pine for me as the Inaba mountain pines, I shall return to you.

As the years pass, I will find myself longing for the sight of the midnight moon. 心にも あらで浮世に ながらへば 恋しかるべき 夜半の月かな