" Buy me a Kyoto comb, yes, a Kyoto comb!
Yes, a Kyoto comb to make my hair sleek! "
" I've bought you a comb. Comb your hair, girl.
Your hair, longer than you're tall,
your long hair, look! as you walk, it gets tangled in your sandals. "
But twelve short years you lived, my son,
Just twelve short years, and then you died:
And now your life's brief course is run,
This grave a father's hopes doth hide.
But that from slow dissolving pomps of dawn
No verity of slowly strengthening light
Early or late hath issued; but that the day,
Scarce-shown, relapses rather, self-withdrawn,
Back to the glooms of antenatal night,
For this, O human beings, mourn we may.
The bugle blows, setting the marchers moving,
A grumbling hubbub as the soldiers rise.
Fifes screech, a tumult of neighing horses
As they struggle to ford the Golden River.
Sunset at the edge of a great desert,
Sounds of battle within the dust and mist.
Having bound up the necks of all the famous chieftains,
They return to report to the emperor.
In the north there is a lovely woman,
Beyond compare, unique.
One glance destroys a man's city,
A second glance destroys a man's kingdom.
Would you rather not know a city and kingdom destroyer?
Such beauty you won't find twice!
A great wind arises — billowing clouds fly;
His majesty dominating all within the seas, he returns to his old hometown.
Where can he find brave warriors to guard the four directions?