The Cowry Treasure of the Swallows

I, as the solitary songless songster, meet myself with tragedy and scorn For I know nothing but the scourge of unrequited affection and lucid dreams Oh, unattainable Kaguya, permit me to heal your unseen wounds Will you bear my modest ring as I, all of your mental afflictions To stain my eyes with a pathetic creature Would do nothing more than deflower my sight Never will this dethroned paragon of lunacy Depend on lower life for the sake of happiness Glaring more into your words of desperation It seems the ties that keep you upon the earth Are calling to the Sanzu's body with brittleness Have the gods truly neglected you so? Free me from the unending torment and anguish none others share Whether it be with animating my visions or my soul's abscission How piteous can this child be? To ask for solace from agony Not to the Buddha does he beseech Yet to I, within the same tree I offer you a chance to grant your whim Through either death or my satisfaction Should you obtain the swallow's cowry treasure My hand is unreluctantly yours for eternity What I communicate with you today Is of course, not a mindless chore Nothing more than peril awaits come failure No matter the outcome, you'll never suffer anymore A makeshift masterpiece of an entrail mound was revealed The bard's emptiness in his heart laid before me personified Yet, not a shred of sympathy was spared for the suitor A crimson painted letter managed to mockingly utter out "Long live the exiled princess"