gurdymonkey | Bunraku at UC Berkeley (California), 10/14/2007

Wow. Just - wow.

Datemusumune Koi no Higanoko - Hinomi Yagura no Dan(Oshishi's Burning Love - The Fire Watchtower) by Suga Sensuke, Matsuda Wakichi and Wakatake Fuemi from 1775.
    Tayu (chanters): Toyotake Rosetayu and Takemoto Aikodayu
    Shamisen: Toyosawa Tomisuke, Takezawa Dango, Toyosawa Ryouji
    Master puppeteer: Yoshida Seizaburo (and unnamed assistants)

Sixteen year old Oshichi (reading of her lover's fate, above) has fallen in love with a handsome samurai named Kichisaburo who has lost a treasured heirloom sword and is sentenced to die. She recovers it but is unable to leave the city because of the curfew. Knowing the penalty is death, she climbs the fire tower to ring a false alarm in a desperate effort to reach him. (Crappy resolution video from Youtube of Oshichi climbing the ladder.)

The Text
Love is like a leaping flame, blazing where it will. Consuming all before it, leaving ash. No snow or ice can stop its burning path.

News, at last! Her lover's missing heirloom sword is found! Her friends now have it. She must bring it to him by dawn... Or else his life is forfeit, and his name and honor gone!

But the curfew gates are shut! The whole city is under night lock-down. No one can get through, till daylight. What can she do?

He will not know! At dawn he will take his life in atonement... Unless she gets the sword to him, gets them to raise the gates! She is desperate. She is frenzied. She rails against the Fates.

The fire tower is her only hope. On top is the fire alarm! Sound it, and all the curfew-gates are opened, for the fire brigades to pass. Can she do it? She will have to! Although it means her life!

A false alarm is a capital crime, everybody knows. And execution is by fire. But her lover is a warrior and must go back to his people. They can have no future ... that is fate. How can she live without him? She would rather turn to ashes... Than to live a hell on earth!

Her courage ignited by the flames of her love... She begins the perilous climb! The snow flies, and ice coats the ladder. She cannot grip, she slips and slides, she strains and struggles. Until at last the fire-bell is in her grasp. It echoes through the frozen town. The guards wake from their doze.

"A fire! A fire! Open the gates!!" And all at once, the streets are free. Now she can reach him! She can give her life for his. She races off on her final journey... And into legend!

Tsubosaka Kannon Reigenki - Saiwachi Uchi Yori Yama (Miracle at the Tsubosaka Kannon Temple - Sawaichi's House and the Mountain)

Tayu: Takemoto Tsukomadayu
Shamisen: Takezawa Danshichi, Takezawa Dango
Puppeteers: Yoshida Kazuo (performing Osato), Yoshida Tamame (performing Sawaichi).

Blinded by disease, Sawaichi notices his wife slips out of the house every night before dawn and accuses her of meeting a lover. She explains that she visits the temple daily to pray to Kannon, Goddess of Mercy to restore his sight. Moved by her devotion, Sawaichi agrees to go with her to pray and fast. Osato leaves him at the shrine to run home for a few things. Sawaichi, believing he is too great a burden on his wife, throws himself from the cliff in her absence. Osato returns, sensing something amiss, sees Sawaichi's abandoned staff and zori and then looks down to see his body in the gorge. In despair, she leaps to her death. Moved by the devotion of the pair, Kannon the Merciful brings them back to life and restores Sawaichi's sight. The play ends with the couple singing and dancing with joy and praise of Kannon.

The Text

"Is it just a dream of life or are we really living?" goes the song he sings.

Here deep in the mountains, by the temple to Kannon, Goddess of Mercy...
The humble home of the blind man Sawaichi, and his lovely wife Osato.
Sawaichi earns a little teaching music to the local children.

Osato takes in sewing, on top of keeping house and taking care of him.
She does not mind their poverty. Where would he be without her?
As she does her sewing, he sings a love song about the joys of yesterday.

"Sawaichi, that sounds fine! You must be in good spirits today."

"Think so, do you, wife? A lot you know about it! You are quite mistaken. And the trouble's all your fault! Come here, I've got something to say. It's been on my mind a long time. We've been married three years now, and we grew up together, too. You think you can keep any secrets from me? Out with it! I'm waiting!"

"Whatever do you mean? When have I hidden anything from you?"

"You're going to make me say it, are you?"

"Please do!"

"Then listen, I may be blind, but there's nothing wrong with my ears. I hear you creep out every night and not come back till morning. Do you think I don't know you've got a lover? I can't be much to look at, scarred by the disease that blinded me. Everybody says how beautiful you are, it's natural you'd find a lover. I'm resigned to it. I won't be angry, as long as you tell me the truth."

How much it costs him to keep his dignity, as his heart is breaking.

Osato is outraged by the accusation.

"Oh, you are too cruel! How could I ever betray you with another? How could you even think such a thing! You're all the family I have, your parents took me in when mine died. You were my big brother. How I wept when the horrible pox took your sight! Through any kind of hardship, through fire or flood or famine... You will always be my husband, in this life and the next! Every day before dawn I climb the hard path to the temple, and I pray. I pray to the Goddess of Mercy to restore your sight! In three years now, I've never missed a day, and so I hope she'll hear me. And you know my heart so little, as to think such evil things of me!"

Sawaichi is moved to tears.

"Yes, I am a man of little faith. Not worth the notice of gods or buddhas.
I must have sinned greatly in my past life, to be such a wretch as I am.
But good wife, give me your hand! We shall go to the Goddess together!
And perhaps she will answer our prayers!"

Up the steep and rocky paths they climb, Osato leading the way.
Bound for the famous temple of the merciful Kannon, who cures all ills.
On this very spot, beneath this very waterfall, a great priest prayed...
For 107 days and nights, and the sight of the Emperor himself was restored!
The bountiful mercy of Kannon still brings the pilgrims, singing hymns.
And the pilgrims Osato and Sawaichi make their way to the holy shrine.

"Sawaichi, here we are. Just up there is the temple."

"Then I'd better pray! Have mercy on me, have mercy on me, have mercy --"

"No, we need to sing a proper hymn to the goddess. Come on now."

And they sing.

"Praise be to the merciful Kannon, in her shrine above the sacred falls!"

"Ah, but Osato, you can't believe she hears us. How can I ever be cured?"

"You must have faith! You must! If you only have faith, she'll listen!"

How truly Osato believes, and how she loves him. So he goes along.

"You're right. I'll do a prayer vigil here, how's that? I'll fast and pray."

"How wonderful! I'll just go home and fetch a few things, then join you. But Sawaichi, do be careful and don't wander off! There's a cliff there just above us that drops into a deep ravine."

"Wander off? Where would I go? There's nothing to do here!"

And she hurries off into the gathering mist? Little knowing that it is their final parting. When he hears her go, Sawaichi can hold back his feelings no longer.

"My darling wife, how happy you have made me! I am so grateful! Cursed as I am, a useless wretch, you love and comfort me devotedly. You spend each moment in my service, and get nothing in return!"

And he weeps bitter tears of shame and regret.

"My gratitude is boundless, and I must repay my debt. All I can give you is your freedom, so you can have a better life without me. I shall end my life, so that you might live and prosper. That deep ravine will be my resting place, here on holy ground. And perhaps I shall have better luck in the next life."

He follows the sound of rushing water in the ravine to find the cliff. Reaching the end of solid ground, he leaves his stick behind, and prays. Halfway home, Osato was seized by a premonition, and comes rushing back. Out of breath, she slips and stumbles up the path in a panic.

"Where is he?! Sawaichi! Sawaichi!"

What is that? His stick! In the pale moonlight she looks into the ravine, and sees him lying still.

"But why? Oh why, oh why? All this time, I prayed so hard, the goddess would have helped us, I know! How can I go on now, all alone? How can I? Oh how can I! I never should have brought you here. Forgive me. Oh forgive me!"

From darkness into darkness he has gone. With nobody to take his hand, he will wander a lost spirit, never at peace. The tears of her lamenting swell the rushing falls.

"But there is no use in grieving. Our destinies have been determined. I must go now to join him. I must go to find him and give him back his stick. Oh Buddha, show me the way!"

At the bottom of the deep ravine, the dark mists part to emit dazzling light. And in the radiance, unearthly music, like a chorus of heavenly beings. The goddess Kannon reveals herself, in the form of a beautiful maiden. Her voice rings out like golden bells.

"Sawaichi! Sins in your past life took your sight and caused your suffering. But the devotion of your wife Osato has purified your fate and saved you. I grant you long life here on earth in order to perfect your spirits... And to sing the praises far and wide of the glorious mercy of the Buddha. Osato! Sawaichi! I call you back!"

And with the dawn of a new day, they both awake from darkness.

"Sawaichi! Your eyes! Can you see?"

"I can! I can see! By the mercy of Kannon! Oh praise be! And madam, who are you?"

"I'm your wife!"

"Oh, wife, I'm so happy to see you!

"Was I dreaming? I threw myself off the cliff! But then I saw the goddess.
She said I would be spared!"

"And I jumped, too. But look, there's not a scratch on us! And you can see!"

"I heard her calling my name, I'd swear to it! And now we'll go on pilgrimage, to give thanks for this miracle!"

Truly the merciful Kannon opens our eyes to miracles. She gives us back our lives. We come from darkness into light. Let there be rejoicing! Give thanks to the power of the Buddha's word? To the glorious Law of the Buddha!

Within moments the presence of the puppeteers became secondary and I was drawn into the action. Young Oshichi's frantic resolution and desperate climb up an icy ladder in the snow was utterly magical.

I gazed in delight as Osato "threaded" a needle and sewed kimono, biting thread with a dainty jerk of her head. I sighed in awe as her blind husband played a shamisen - his hand movements in perfect synch with the live musician seated at the side of the stage. By the time Sawaichi removed his zori and crawled along the cliff side feeling for the edge, my heart was with them.

Absolutely amazing!

Urtatim and I finished with a lovely dinner at Isobune in Oakland. She had an assortment of sushi and I had saba shioyaki (mackerel, salted and grilled).