侘び

　Ａｓ　Ｉ　ｌｏｏｋ　ａｂｏｕｔ

　Ｎｅｉｔｈｅｒ　flowers nor autumn-tinted leaves

       Near the grass-thatched hut

      That stand alone by the shore

      The autumn dusk

To those who long for the

Flowers of spring

Show the young grasses

That push up among the snowy hills