Classic Poem

This is what
the villagers told me:
" Your beloved husband
that you long for so,
from this mountainside
of Kamunabi
where the yellow leaves
scatter in confusion,
riding a horse
black as leopard-flower seeds,
crossed over the river shoals,
seven shoals in all —
We saw your husband
and he looked so sad! " —
that's what they told me.

ENVOY

I shouldn't have asked,
I should have kept still —
why did they have to tell me
the way you looked!