Butterfly by Saijo Yaso (蝶 / 西條八十)

When at last I descend into hell
What will I bring for my mother and father
And my friends, who are waiting there?

I think I will reach inside my breast
And pull out the pallid, broken
Body of a butterfly
Then, handing it over, I will say to them,

I spent my whole life
Like a child, lonely,
Chasing after this

* * *

やがて地獄へ下るとき
そこに待つ父母や
友人に私は何を持って行かう

たぶん私は懐から
蒼白い、破れた
蝶の死骸をとり出すだろう
さうして渡しながら言ふだろう

一生を
子供のやうに、さみしく
これを追ってゐました、と

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