Classic Poem

Oh god
Yachihoko!
Since I am but a woman,
supple like the pliant grass,
my heart is all aflutter
like the birds of the seashore.
Although now I may be
a free, selfish bird of my own,
later, I shall be yours,
a bird ready to submit to your will.
Therefore, my lord, be patient;
do not die of love.

These are
the words,
the words handed down
by the heavenly messenger …