love poetry

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

In that little ugly hut
I'd like to burn down,
on a spread of rotten bedding
fit for the trash,
entwined in those
ugliest of ugly arms —
may they break! —
you're sleeping, I suppose —
and because of you every hour
of the madder-red day,
all through the night
black as leopard-flower seeds,
till the floor beneath me
creaks and groans,
I lie here tormented!

ENVOY

It is I, poor thing,
who burn up
my own heart —

I eat my food
but it has no flavor,
I sleep
but I know no rest —
your love,
my madder-cheeked,
is so hard to forget!

Loving someone
who doesn't love you —
it's like kowtowing to the back
of the hungry demon
at the great temple!

I love you —
do not forget me!
Like winds blowing
over the bay,
never let us cease!

If one can die of love,
then a thousand times
I must have died,
died and come alive again

I go on loving him —
a man awesome as the waves
of the sea of Ise
that thunder in
upon the shore

A person can die of love —
like a hidden stream,
unseen I waste away
each month, each day that passes

At my home
the bright dew fades
from evening grasses —
I too will fade away,
so helpless my love for you!

I love you,
it's utterly hopeless —
on the Nara hills,
under the little pines
I stand and weep