Diaries of Court Ladies
of mind which was neither sleeping nor waking, I saw a man who seemed to be the head of the temple. He came out and said to me:
"You were once a priest of this temple and you were born into a better state by virtue of the many Buddhist images which you carved as a Buddhist artist. The Buddha seventeen feet high which is enthroned in the eastern side of the temple was your work. When you were in the act of covering it with gold foil you died."
"Oh, undeservedly blessed!" I said. "I will finish it, then."
The priest replied: "As you died, another man covered it and performed the ceremony of offerings."
I came to myself and thought: "If I serve with all my heart the Buddha of the Kiyomidzu Temple... by virtue of my prayers in this temple in the previous life..."[1]
In the Finishing month I went again to the Court. A room was assigned for my use.
I went to the Princess's apartment every night and lay down among unknown persons, so I could not sleep at all. I was bashful and timid and wept in secret. In the morning I retired while it was still dark and passed the days in longing for home where my old and weak parents, making much of me, relied upon me as if I were worthy of it, I yearned for them and felt very lonely. Unfortunate, deplorable, and helpless mind!—That was graven into my thought and although I had to perform my duty faithfully I could
- ↑ Some words are lost from this sentence.
