翻刻
愁_多￣シテ不＿レ忍＿二酔-時￣ノ_別＿一￣ニ想￣ヒ極￣テ還￣テ尋＿二￣テ静-処＿一￣ヲ行￣ク。誰￣カ遣＿二
同-衾￣ヲシテ又分＿一レ手￣ヲ。不＿レ知行-路本￣ト無-情。
一-語相-歓￣テ利＿二￣ス断-金＿一￣ヲ。配-軍到＿レ￣テ今識＿二￣ル君￣カ心＿一￣ヲ八-
廟-食￣ス東-海￣ノ嶼（シマ）。楢_羨￣ム常-年徳-沢深￣シ。
血-戦当-年報＿レ￣スルノ主￣ニ忠。斬＿レ￣リ堅￣ヲ入＿レ￣ル陣￣ニ幾_千-里？。英-雄
功-績何￣ノ処￣ニカ在￣ル。回＿レ￣シテ首￣ヲ沈-吟￣ス孤-島￣ノ中。
衝-突￣ス𦨢-艡#1勢￣ヒ若＿レ￣シ潮￣ノ。一‐軍卒尽￣ク流-漂。可＿レ￣シ憐￣ム
烈-女島-中￣ノ骨。猶-帯＿一￣テ冤-声＿一￣ヲ湧＿二￣ス怒-涛＿一￣ヲ。
孤-島楢_存￣ス戦-血紅￣ナリ。当-年豪傑総￣テ成＿レ￣ル空￣ト。客-船
于＿レ￣テ此￣ニ重￣テ嗟-問￣シ。惆-悵￣ス西-風夕-照-中。
仰＿レ￣テ首￣ヲ乾-坤一-笑-頻。相_逢￣テ夢-裡指＿二￣ス行-津＿一￣ヲ。雁_鳴￣キ
雲_霽￣テ幽-魂散￣シ。山-駅依-然￣トシテ物-色_新￣ナリ。
驍-勇￣タル為-公武-略奇￣ナリ。鎮-西￣ノ士-卒望＿二￣ム旌-旗＿一￣ヲ不＿レ労￣セ
長-箭英-雄服￣シ。千-載功-勲播＿二￣ス遠-夷＿一￣ニ。
殺-気南-来戦-䏣【胆】寒￣シ。征-雲冉-冉￣トシテ蔽＿二￣フ空-山＿一￣ヲ。英-雄
預￣シテ定＿二￣テ駆＿レ戎￣ヲ策＿一￣ヲ談-笑￣シテ斯￣レ須＿レ破＿二￣ナル歒関＿一￣ヲ。
琉-軍戦-慄￣ス和-軍￣ノ営。満-谷連-山遍哭-声。兵-刅
相_迎￣テ一-夜￣ニ殺￣シ。平-明流-血浸＿二￣ス空城＿一￣ヲ。
現代語訳
愁い多くして酔いし時の別れに堪えず、想い極まりて還りて静処を尋ねて行く。誰が
同衾して又手を分かたしめん。行路本より無情なることを知らず。
一語相歓びて断金を利す。配軍今に到りて君が心を識る。八
廟に東海の嶋にて食す。楢（なお）常年の徳沢の深きを羨む。
血戦当年主に忠を報ゆる。堅を斬り陣に入ること幾千里？ 英雄の
功績いずれの処にかある。首を回らして孤島の中に沈吟す。
衝突す艨艟（もうどう）勢い潮の若し。一軍卒く流れ漂う。憐れむべし
烈女島中の骨。なお冤声を帯びて怒涛を湧かす。
孤島なお戦血紅なり。当年の豪傑総じて空と成る。客船
此に于いて重ねて嗟問す。惆悵す西風夕照の中。
首を仰いで乾坤一笑頻り。相逢うて夢裡に行津を指す。雁鳴き
雲霽れて幽魂散じ。山駅依然として物色新たなり。
驍勇たる為公、武略奇なり。鎮西の士卒旌旗を望みて労せず。
長箭に英雄服し。千載の功勲遠夷に播す。
殺気南来して戦胆寒し。征雲冉冉として空山を蔽う。英雄
預めに戎を駆る策を定めて、談笑して斯れ須く歒関を破るべし。
琉軍戦慄す和軍の営。満谷連山あまねく哭声。兵刃
相迎えて一夜に殺し。平明に流血空城に浸す。
英語訳
Grief overwhelms him, unable to bear the parting during drunken hours; his thoughts reach their limit and he returns, seeking a quiet place.
Who made them share the same bed only to part again? He knew not that the road of life is inherently without sentiment.
With a single word of mutual joy, they sharpen the bond that cuts gold. The exiled soldier, even now, comes to know his lord's heart.
He feasts at the eight shrines on the islands of the Eastern Sea. Yet he envies still the depth of grace and virtue bestowed through the years.
In bloody battle, he repays his lord with loyalty. Cutting through strongholds and entering battle formations — how many thousand leagues? Where now
lie the hero's achievements? He turns his head and broods in solitude on the lone island.
The warships clash, their force like the tide. An entire army is swept away and scattered. How pitiable —
the bones of the noble woman lie on the island. Still bearing the voice of her grievance, the raging waves surge forth.
On the lone island, the blood of battle still runs red. The heroes of those years have all turned to nothing. A passing vessel
pauses here to sigh and ask anew. One laments amid the west wind and the evening glow.
Lifting his head, he laughs heartily at heaven and earth. Meeting in a dream, he points toward the crossing place. Wild geese cry,
the clouds clear and the wandering soul disperses. The mountain post station remains, and all things appear fresh and new.
Valiant and brave, Lord Tametomo's martial strategy is wondrous. The soldiers of the Western Provinces need only see his banner and are undaunted.
Heroes submit before his long arrows. His great achievements over a thousand years spread to distant barbarian lands.
A killing aura comes from the south, chilling the battle-hardened spirit. War clouds drift slowly, veiling the mountain wilderness. The hero
plans in advance his strategy for driving back the enemy, and with calm conversation, he shall surely break through the castle gate.
The Ryūkyūan army trembles before the Japanese camp. Through every valley and along the mountain ranges, cries of grief resound. Blades
meet in the night, cutting down enemies as one. At dawn, flowing blood soaks the empty castle.