春な忘れ草 (Japanese Folk)

Spring's Forget-me-not Leaning my back against the crimson pillar Gazing up into the distant skies of the capital Unbinding my long, dark hair The chill wind of Tsukushi bites my skin The heavy robes of a man no longer belong to me Beneath the folds of deep-madder sleeves The mirror reflects my slender, frail shoulders When the east wind blows, send forth your fragrance, plum blossoms Even without your master, never forget the spring All those ink traces left behind in the capital— Whose pride was I carrying back then? Now as the red plum buds begin to swell What can these small, gentle hands truly hold? Moss grows over the decaying trees in the garden Unnoticed, another sun sets into night Only the sharp ache in my soft chest, trampled by men, Remains as a certainty that never fades Sleeves soaked in the pitch-black darkness I shall never forgive this injustice Ripping through the crimson-dyed skies of the capital O dark clouds, become my lightning! The high glass ceiling built by men It is not I who shall break it through It is the small flowers blooming in generations to come— When I entrust this lightning into their hands The lingering embers in my chest shall turn into a quiet light And transform into the gentle arms of a loving mother The thunder ceases, and brilliant light overflows Be you a man, or be you a woman Simply let the flowers of compassion bloom The Tenjin deity now becomes a Loving Mother Gently stroking the backs of women who fight on Bloom in all your glory, like an eternal spring As the east wind blows through… My unbound hair fills with the scent of plum blossoms Ah, how truly precious it all is… ↓　こっから日本語ね　↓ 間違ってるかもなので許されよ 朱の柱に 背を預け 都の空を 見上げたり 解きほぐしたる 黒髪に 筑紫の風の 冷たくて 男の衣は もう重し 濃蘇芳なる 袖の陰 鏡に映る 痩せし肩 東風ふかば にほひおこせよ 梅の花 主なしとて 春な忘れそ 都で重ねし 墨の痕 あれは誰ための 矜持にて いま紅梅の 蕾膨らむ この小さな手で 何を抱く 庭の朽ち木に 苔は生い 知らぬ間にまた 日は落ちて 男らに踏みにじられた 柔らかなる胸の痛みだけが 確かなままに 残るなり 墨染の夜 濡れる袖 許さじ……この不条理を 茜さす 都の空を切り裂き 黒雲よ 我が雷火となれ 男の作りし 高き玻璃の天 それを破るは 私にあらず 後代に咲く 小さき花々（女たち）—— その手に この雷を預くるとき 我が胸の残り火は 静けき光となりて 母なる腕へと 変わりゆかむ 雷は止み 光ぞ満ちぬ 男なりとも 女なりとも ただ慈しみの 花を咲かせよ 天神は今 母となりて 戦う女子の 背を撫でむ 咲き誇れ 永遠の春の如くに 「東風吹き渡りて……」 「解けた髪に 梅の香りぞ満ちぬ」 「いと、愛おしきかな」