How far shall I go with our lunch maid? To Kaji Island
How far shall I go with our lunch maid? To Kaji Island,
to Kaji Island—Gourd singing for love!
Now at the trip's end, look, Thrust Island of Gourd.
What's fancy—Gourd and Temple to the West.
What's good to touch—a shamaness' skin, her rice-cake skin!
Touch it one night, you'll get stuck seven days, her skin's that good!
Bando warriors are skilled with their bows.
One shot down a bird rising to the sky.
How skilled he is—he shot down a crane dancing in the sky!
The young man shot the bird darting through the sky—
yes, he shot it, how marvelous his bow!
to Kaji Island—Gourd singing for love!
Now at the trip's end, look, Thrust Island of Gourd.
What's fancy—Gourd and Temple to the West.
What's good to touch—a shamaness' skin, her rice-cake skin!
Touch it one night, you'll get stuck seven days, her skin's that good!
Bando warriors are skilled with their bows.
One shot down a bird rising to the sky.
How skilled he is—he shot down a crane dancing in the sky!
The young man shot the bird darting through the sky—
yes, he shot it, how marvelous his bow!
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