The story of the Forty seven samurai |
Forty seven who served and died Giri and Bushido their binding cords That drove them to draw their swords Into karmic destiny they did ride Two years laid waste to cherry blossom nights Drinking and whoring delayed their plotting Falling down drunks no fear were they breeding Lord Kira spied on Samurai blights Genroku fifteenth the oath is reborn While the wind did howl and the snow did fall Forty seven Ronin heeded the call To honor their master their actions forsworn To the beat of a drum and without delay Lord kira's abode they did storm Over his retainers forty seven did swarm Heading the lessons of ten-shin Sensei Hiding in the shadows Lord Kira was found Bushido bound they gave him a chance To end it all with the seppuku dance For him the terror no words could resound Without a word he was sent to his grave Off came his head Blood so red Time to leave Kira's enclave In sengaku-Ji to their masters grave The story before them had traveled its way With praise and drinks onto the end play Celebration fitting for those so brave Against the shoguns will the forty seven did act Warriors true right up to the end Standing shoulder to shoulder their oath will impend They followed Bushido, filial piety fulfilled by their pact Thou shalt not tread the same soil as the enemy of thy Lord Thus their duty done They took their lives beneath the rising sun Forty seven died by the spirit of the sword Death poem tahdachi ya toshi to kitte koromogae Time to go They say the journey is a long one change of clothes |