PRIEST
I am again ashamed. I give you your mantle.

CHORUS
The young maid now is arrayed; she assumes the curious mantle; watch how
she moves in the dance of the rainbow-feathered garment.

PRIEST
The heavenly feather-robe moves in accord with the wind.

TENNIN
The sleeves of flowers are being wet with the rain.

PRIEST
The wind and the sleeve move together.

CHORUS
It seems that she dances.
Thus was the dance of pleasure,
Suruga dancing, brought to the sacred east.
Thus was it when the lords of the everlasting
Trod the world,
They being of old our friends.
Upon ten sides their sky is without limit,
They have named it on this account, 'the enduring.'

TENNIN
The jewelled axe takes up the eternal renewing, the palace of the moon-
god is being renewed with the jewelled axe, and this is always recurring.