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Oh, how can a mother's middle undergo such sorrow? (The spouse makes a gesture of weeping. The Monk has placed the sleeve which he held into the breastfold of his kjmono and has been advancing slowly towards the level. attaining the Shite's Pillar, he stops and turns towards the spouse, indicating he has reached the home. ) MONK: Pray permit me in. spouse: who's there? MONK: i'm a wandering monk, creating a pilgrimage through the provinces. whereas i used to be training non secular austerities upon Tateyama there got here a unusual outdated guy and acknowledged, "If you're going right down to Michinoku, please take a message. i'm one that used to be a hunter of Soto no Hama and who died some time past year's autumn. stopover at the house of my spouse and baby and inform them to supply up for me the cloak of straw and sedge-hat that are there. " I answered, "If I handle her therefore with none facts, out of a transparent sky, she absolutely won't think. " Thereupon he loosened and gave to me a sleeve of the hempen kimono he wore. i've got journeyed and carried it with me before. maybe it's a token on the way to name stories for your center. spouse: definitely this can be a dream. otherwise a piteous factor. Like unto the music of the cuckoo, heard at early morning, bringing again from Hell a final message from the useless, so now with those tidings that I pay attention from my departed one. or even as I pay attention, the tears are springing in my eyes. (Mafang gesture of weeping. ) however, it truly is too unusual something, passing all trust. And for this reason, crude even though it's and lowly as textile woven of wistaria bark, i'm going to carry out his kimono. . . . (A level attendant involves the spouse the place she sits and offers her the folded kimono with out a sleeve which the Hunter used to be donning partly I. She holds it up on her outstretched hands towards the Monk. ) MONK: That kimono lengthy precious as a reminiscence of him . . . this sleeve lengthy carried. . . . (The Monk takes out the sleeve and holds it out towards the spouse. ) spouse: Upon taking them out. . . . MONK: . . . and evaluating them good. . . . (The Monk appears fixedly on the kimono which the spouse is keeping. ) refrain: . . . there may be without doubt left. (The Monk involves the spouse and lays the sleeve in her hands upon the kimono. She bends her head over the articles, reading them heavily, whereas the refrain speaks for her. ) the material is the same—thin, crude stuff, for summer's donning . . . skinny, crude stuff for summer's donning. and notice! a sleeve is gone—this sleeve precisely matches. ... It comes from him! O so dearly longed for. . . . (The spouse bows low over the clothes in a gesture of weeping. The refrain now explains the activities of the Monk as he is taking a wide, black-lacquered hat from a degree attendant on the Flute Pillar, brings it to the very entrance of the degree and, putting it at the ground, kneels ahead of it dealing with the viewers. ) And forthwith does the Monk chant numerous prayers of requiem. and particularly, at the same time the lifeless one had advised, does he provide up that very cloak of straw, provide up that very hat of sedge. (The Monk rubs his rosary among his arms over the hat and intones a Buddhist Sutra.