She could feel his distress and was sorry for him; and said:
_With endless sorrow my heart is weighted_
_And night after night is passed_
_Even without meeting of the eyelids._
For me this is not new.
May 2. The Prince wrote to her: "Are you going to the temple to-day?
When shall you be at home again:
Answer:
_In its season the time of gently falling rain will be over._
_To-night I will drag from its bed the root of ayame._[8]
Went to the temple and came back after two or three days to find a
letter [from him]:
My heart yearns for thee, and I wish to see thee, yet I
am discouraged by the treatment of the other night. I am
sad and ashamed. Do not suppose that I remain at home
because my feeling is shallow.
_She is cold-hearted, yet I cannot forget her._
_Time wipes out bitterness, but deepens longings_
_Which to-day have overcome me._