Only leaving a note of divorce with tears of blood
to his beloved wife,

without any words of salutation to anyone,
one day suddenly, he concealed himself.

       The man from a village in the extreme north
      who had once mended his ways.

      For the man of through integrity,
      only a fly in the ointment is his irascibility.

Counting on my fingers,
ten years or more have passed since then.

Assumably, he must have preferred to lay hidden
in the territory of demons.

 I have heard neither any of his words
nor any rumor about him so far.

Where is he wandering about now?