From the pipe showing my way, smoke is coming out
An invalid, recovered enough
to
arrange flowers
Morning haze, a pig comes out, a man comes oul
It
came as a stray dog and still is
He goes to dig mountain yams, putting on a
suttoko
Like a human being, I have a fever from a cold, see
Efficiently sowed radish seeds and went away
*
Letting the evening mist stagnate, the salt beach , some people
*
Having become autumnal mountains, pressing to my desk
Watching a child baiting frogs , she's a harlot
*
After a long time there's rain , th e sound of rain dripping
Singing a popular song of Tokyo, th e island 's lollipop p eddler
Under a thick thatched roof, a telltal e clock
Good at the samisen, the island 's night old woman
I leave th e paper doors open, th e sea has gone dark
Driving huge bulls up the hill , the morning haze
