How unfortunate to be born
tangled between my lord and my father
in these latter days of the Law!
And I ask, how long must I live,
watching the country sink into chaos?
How unfortunate to be born!
As ten thousand gems is the debt
which I cannot repay to my master
in these latter days of the Law.
It is twice-dyed, deeper than red,
deeper than twice-dyed silk; it is crimson.
How unfortunate to be born,
to forget my father and home
simply to serve and honor my lord
in these latter days of the Law,
for they tower high as the sky,
mountains with eighty-thousand league summits.
How unfortunate to be born,
that I must turn false to my lord
just to avoid unfilial conduct
in these latter days of the Law.
In the end, I think it is best
quickly to fall upon my own weapon.
How unfortunate to be born
in these latter days of the Law!
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