I dedicate this poem to Hatsumomo-san:
I have become someone important
Someone known
I am respected
All useless vermin bow at my feet
All men are at the will of my power
I rule
I command
And no one else
I can take the soul of anyone I please
I naive spirit is the perfect kind for consuming
I am beautiful
No one can out match my face
My kimono
Or my dancing
Whatever enemy is set before me
Will writhe in agony all too quickly
I control all who surround me
Even the one who controls me
My position of power is table
No one will take my place
No one
The world of my kind is complicated
It involves growing of a sadistic and cruel heart
To survive in it is rare
To be happy in it is impossibility
Unless through pleasure
I can get away with recklessness
I can get away with foolishness
For I will repay all actions in kind
Through my work
My soul burns
In the memory of people