The blaze was unceasing.
People searching for relatives
and taking them home
but on the way found them dying.
Food was being rationed out
to the long line.
There a young woman clutching hardtack
for her family
fell over and died.
Sister's mother- and father-in-law
had hundreds of glass fragments
piercing their whole bodies.
Their ankles were swollen
as thick as thighs.
From our house we put them on a cart
and pulled it to their oldest son's home in Kaita
walking by the center of the blast.
It rained softly all day that day.
It rained often in Hiroshima after the Bomb.
but it seemed cold every day.
In tears she told us.
She said "Mother,forgive me!",
as she left her and ran.
Husband left wife,wife left husband,
parent left child,child left parent.
Rescue--it came later.
（The Hiroshima Panels VIII "RESCUE" 1954, 1.8m×7.2m）