He is coming, my long-desired lord,
whom I have been
waiting to meet here,
on the banks of the River of
Heaven....
The moment of loosening my girdle is
nigh!
On the River of Heaven
the sound of the water has become loud:
perhaps my
long-awaited lord
will soon be coming in his boat
The love-longing of one whole year
having ended
tonight,
every day from tomorrow
I must again pine for
him as before!
When autumn comes,
and the river-mists spread over
the Heavenly Stream,
I turn toward the river, and long
and the nights of my longing are many!
*poems about
Tanabata from the
Manyoshu
, tr. by Lafcadio Hearn
.