Saffron sandal so petals the narrow foot: Hymenæus Io!^A

Hymen, Io Hymenæe! Aurunculeia!^A

One scarlet flower is cast on the blanch-white stone.

And Sō-Gyoku, saying:^A

“This wind, sire, is the king’s wind,^A

This wind is wind of the palace,

Shaking imperial water-jets.”

And Hsiang, opening his collar:^A

“This wind roars in the earth’s bag,

it lays the water with rushes.”^A

No wind is the king’s wind.^A

Let every cow keep her calf.^A

“This wind is held in gauze curtains...”^A

No wind is the king’s...^A

Canto IV