The death of Mugen.

In search of new lands, I build a new house.
I thatch the house with reed stalks gathered neatly in bundles,
I thatch the house with reed stalks gathered neatly in bundles.
At the stone wall, let us celebrate the golden house that was built by a hundred black kites,
At the stone wall, let us celebrate the golden house that was built by a hundred black kites,
Let us celebrate the golden house, that was built by a hundred black kites.

The eighth month is fast approaching and yet I have nothing to wear,
I want to dress gaily, so brother, will you lend me just one sleeve?
I wish to dress my children and loved ones in the one kimono that I own,
As for me, I will wear vines that I plucked deep in the mountains.

The light of the full moon shines down,
illuminating the world with its divine light.
When my lover sneaks in to visit me,
I wish that the clouds would hide that light just a little.

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