| 第七十一歌 われ酒ゆゑに身をやぶり 名を棄てたるも、酒売は ひさげる品のなかばだに たふときものを得べきやは。 | 71 And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour―well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the Goods they sell. |
| 第七十二歌 ああ春は逝き、青春の 絵巻むなしく閉ぢんとは。 梢に鳴きしうぐひすの 故国、ゆくへをたれか知る？ | |
72 Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the Branches sang, Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who know! | |
