Elegy on Yuki-no-Muraji Iyemaro Who Died at the Island of Iki on His Way to Korea
Sent by the sov'reign monarch to hold sway
O'er Kara's land, he left his native soil;
But ye, his kinsmen, ne'er the gods did pray,
Or else, perchance, the mats ye did defile.
" In autumn, " spake he, " I will come again,
" Dear mother! " But that autumn is forgot;
And days roll by, and moons do wax and wane,
And still they watch, and still he cometh not.
For he ne'er lighted on that distant shore,
Though far he sailed from fair Yamato's lea;
But on this cragged rock for evermore
He dwells among the islands of the sea.
O'er Kara's land, he left his native soil;
But ye, his kinsmen, ne'er the gods did pray,
Or else, perchance, the mats ye did defile.
" In autumn, " spake he, " I will come again,
" Dear mother! " But that autumn is forgot;
And days roll by, and moons do wax and wane,
And still they watch, and still he cometh not.
For he ne'er lighted on that distant shore,
Though far he sailed from fair Yamato's lea;
But on this cragged rock for evermore
He dwells among the islands of the sea.
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