Bloom, yes, bloom now, hibiscus flower!! In this imperial land, tonight as always you fall in a dance Our flower garden acts as the stage to our nation - From this blood to that virtue The blood that rushes out - the moon that shines in the western skies Women go mad, in this transient land, but Edo is eternal
We are sweet and sour, bitter yet eternal So these wishes, too, are a bit unusual The hearts of the young girls who become afraid Will be stripped - and next come the boys' pleasure
The knaves with numerous problems piled upon But to walk this road is to be welcomed home The only difference between a vagabond is... Well, simply put, the weight of your sins is in the eye of the beholder
Step aside for this century's soldiers, the women's great palace Life of luxury, drunk off spilt blood and happy, to boot! Granted such a gory execution, this is the women's great palace