Summer night--even the starsare whispering to each other.
What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.
Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.
before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow
HereI'm here-the snow falling.
In the cherry blossom's shadethere's no such thingas a stranger.
O snailClimb Mount FujiBut slowly, slowly!
Where there are humans, You'll find flies,And Buddhas.
Don't kill!...The fly is asking youTo save his lifeBy rubbing his hands together
The world of dewis the world of dew.And yet, and yet--