Don't hold me back, Sango. For all your tears and sweet entreaties, I cannot stay. This is my destiny, to overcome the fate that was thrust upon me by the gods above, or to perish utterly as the last scion of a cursed line. Family was never meant for me, nor wealth and social status. Everyday is a fight for survival, every step an uphill battle against fate, tempting death, flying in the face of Providence. How can I bind myself to you, or to any man's daughter, when my soul is looking for the slightest chance to flee the bindings of my body? What can come of the futile wishes and pathetic affections of a dying monk?
Don't cry, Sango. Is it the word of farewell or the desolation of the night that is playing tricks on your mind? Tomorrow as the sun will rise you will have a million things to do. Your friends will gather around you, your brother will offer comfort a new life, a new destination there won't be the leisure to mourn and weep for one who was unworthy of your affections to begin with.
Don't say you cannot go on without me. Look out of the window. See the groaning storm and the lashing rain and the thunder that is threatening to shake the foundations of the earth? That, too, is going to end. The forest fire that is running rampage today will die out tomorrow, one day the water of the ocean will dry up. Only peace will remain the emerald hues of death and the eternal spring of life.
Don't despair, Sango. We will part, but will the world cease to turn? Will the sun and the moon not remain, eternal, in the sky? Will the mist not rise, so beautifully over the paddy field? Will the lotus flowers not drench in the morning dew? Will the dove not sing for her mate? Nothing is constant, dear, save life and death nothing inevitable save destiny. We were born for a reason; in time you too will find your reason to go on living.
For now, don't hold me back, dear. For all your tears and sweet entreaties, I cannot stay.