Yukio Mishima
Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2026 2:21 pm
Among Yukio Mishima's late plays is The Terrace of the Leper King (『癩王のテラス』).
Mishima wrote it during his final years, when he was already deeply entrenched in his own personal mythology and the philosophy of the "beautiful death."
I hesitate to use a label like "masterpiece" to describe it. Rather than being a flawless work, it possesses a bizarre, deeply unsettling quality. The Japanese wiki provides a pretty good summary of the narrative.
The ending is the most bizarre part. It culminates in a literal dialogue between the mind and the decaying body of the protagonist, King Jayavarman VII.
Body: You are dying.
Mind: Oh... Ba... yo... n...
Body: What's wrong?
Mind:...
Body: What's wrong? No answer. Are you dead?
Mind:...
Body: You must be dead.
(The birds suddenly start chattering loudly)
Body: (proudly raises one hand)
Look. The mind is dead. Oh, dazzling blue sky! Oh, fishtail palms! Oh, betel nut trees! Oh, birds of beautiful wings! Oh, Bayon, protected by them all! I reign over this country again. Youth is immortal, the body is undying... I have won. Because I am Bayon.
Thus, the mind falls silent, the body remains, and the body's immortality is proclaimed - this is the ending of The Terrace of the Leper King.
Mishima wrote it during his final years, when he was already deeply entrenched in his own personal mythology and the philosophy of the "beautiful death."
I hesitate to use a label like "masterpiece" to describe it. Rather than being a flawless work, it possesses a bizarre, deeply unsettling quality. The Japanese wiki provides a pretty good summary of the narrative.
The ending is the most bizarre part. It culminates in a literal dialogue between the mind and the decaying body of the protagonist, King Jayavarman VII.
Body: You are dying.
Mind: Oh... Ba... yo... n...
Body: What's wrong?
Mind:...
Body: What's wrong? No answer. Are you dead?
Mind:...
Body: You must be dead.
(The birds suddenly start chattering loudly)
Body: (proudly raises one hand)
Look. The mind is dead. Oh, dazzling blue sky! Oh, fishtail palms! Oh, betel nut trees! Oh, birds of beautiful wings! Oh, Bayon, protected by them all! I reign over this country again. Youth is immortal, the body is undying... I have won. Because I am Bayon.
Thus, the mind falls silent, the body remains, and the body's immortality is proclaimed - this is the ending of The Terrace of the Leper King.