Valet

How bizarre to ask us to do such a thing!

You must have mistaken us for some other people.

You’d like us to sing the song of the hag!

Hag

C’mon.

Don’t tell lies.

I know who the lady is.

She is the very famous singer, Diva the hag.

She is well-known for her song about a hag who prowls in the mountains.

Please sing that marvellous song of the hag for me.

Please do, Diva the hag!

…

Hag.

It’s just a name.

She doesn’t know what she is singing about.

She doesn’t know what a hag really is.

Valet

Of course, she does.

Everyone knows that a hag is an ugly old witch in the mountains.

Hag

Right!

One can think that a hag is an old witch in the mountains.

Oh, it doesn’t matter if she is a witch or a human.

But if she is an old woman living in the mountains, precisely it is about me.

You are singing about me!

But you don’t care!

You sing the song beautifully, but that’s all.

Just lyrics and pretensions.

You don’t give a damn about the woman you are singing about.

Curse it, you!

You are famous.

Everyone’s talking about you.

Why?

Because of the song about me!

You know it very well.

Then, why don’t you sing the song for me?

If you dedicate that beautiful song to Buddha, how wonderful, it will purify me and I can forget about the obsession to the material world.