Michiko
Your breast was like a sea
Generously dry grass rise.
Far sky, blue wave,
And with cool breeze blew
Across the branches of pine trees
The white, white shore spread.
And from a distant view the sky of flux
Was beautiful to the end
Twisting waves, waves to the beach
The shape changed fast.
No one looked, a full sail and a one sail
I was admiring ships came and went.
Also beautifulness of your brow
Suddenly was surprised a noise
You woke up from the dream of a nap
Like a steer, innocent
Lightly and gracefully
Leaned back, and overwhelmed.
Timidness, flowing nape was a rainbow
Fragile, arms like a twins
Clapped with a phrase of a zither, and danced
The sea was a painful gold that praised a sunset
The offshore torrent, was so far, was silently abundant
Something in the sky, I saw that your moment of passing away.
To the sadness got dirty……
On the sadness got dirty
Also today a little snow falls
To the sadness got dirty
Also today a wind blow and pass by
The sadness got dirty is
For example wear of raccoon
The sadness got dirty is
Stiff by a little snow falls
The sadness got dirty is
No hope and no wish
The sadness got dirty
Dreams to pass away in an apathy
By the sadness got dirty
I’m seized with fear painful
By the sadness got dirty
I don’t know what to do and the sun is going to fall……
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I
My lover, you are kind to me,
But I’m obstinate. Last evening after I left you,
I drank and criticized a weak man. This morning
I wake up, I’m remembering your kindness
I recite a poem of my filthiness, and
I give myself away, here I make confession, without a shame
and a dignity, also an honesty
I’m driven by my phantom, I go mad.
Without seeing my inmost heart,
My lover, you are kind to me
I was very obstinate, and selfish like a child!
I wake up, and in my brain I would hate that suffers a hangover
At the outside, I’m feeling a kind of sense of the cold morning
I think your kindness, also remember a man I hated.
And yet, I’m sad and lose my mind,
This morning I believe by myself, that I’m nothing more than a silly guy!
II
Her heart is so straight!
She was brought up roughly,
Had no support, also her heart
Was not considered, In a confusion
She has lived, her heart is
So straight more than mine and is not be shaken.
She is beautiful. In the course of society without intorelance
She lives cleverly and simply.
By the vulger vortex the real world,
Sometime her heart gave in, made a fuss weakly,
But, still now, the last dignity isn’t lose
She is beautiful and clever!
Formerly his mind, he owed a very loving heart, is it!
However, now in addition he has already given up.
Selfish, childish beast or child alone,
She could meet. Moreover she did not know,
She simply thinks that all people are worthless.
And, she’s stretched thin. She is pitiful!
III
It is the life I live afflicting, my heart
It is stubborn so it exists.
I wish I were not intimate
My heart, it is stubborn so it exists.
I am stubborn, qulqsefois, the eyes to the heart
To my mind, the function of words breaks
One is in a cordial air, all people is in a good dream,
Everyone has their own birthright, and these things cannot be shared.
My heart and mind are forgotten and renounced,
By bad drunkenness, I seek beauty in a mad state
It’s sad how I live!
I wear feelings that come to my own heart,
The heart that tries to win others is made of noise
It is not sad there are landscapes have fever.
IV
I think about you.
In a clear feeling cherished and cordial,
I banish morning and night too.
As I feel that I am criminal.
I love you, as well as I can.
I think about various things, but I can think
There’s nothing I can do, I can’t stop,
I think I fully express my ideas to you.
And, now, for me except I do like this
I can find no hope or purpose
Doing like this is my happiness.
I am happy, I forget all the worries of the world,
I know not all things,
I devote myself to you, so I am happy.
V Happiness
Happiness is in a stable
On a straw.
Happiness
The heart cordial it understands of only one line.
_ _ The headstrong heart is unhappy and annoyed
_ _ At least he was entertained.
_ _ Exciting Things and Diverse Things.
_ _ So I was always unhappy.
Happiness rested
And it had to do
Would wait little by little,
Happiness is rich in understanding.
_ _ The headstrong heart is without understanding,
_ _ He didn’t know what he had to do, Only made a profit,
_ _ Was depressed and angry,
_ _ He was not loved by people, self is sad.
Therefore people, must observe first.
Observe, he did not receive,
As he learned to observe alone, he learned
I raised elegance, to make my activity abundant!
Midnight: for Seiichiro Utsumi
Every night, every night, the night was coming on, from the nearby public baths
_ _ I listened to the sound of drawing water
The hot water from the rest poured out and exhaled steam,
_ _ It’s a nostalgic black night in Musashino.
Soft mist hovered and
_ _ The moon rose above,
And a dog howled.
At that moment, in front of a fireplace,
_ _ I was dreaming a bored dream.
Enough…… Now the loss in my heart cancels
_ _ There is tenderness still,
At night I listen to her whispering away
_ _ At the same time I thank a lot,
I listen with many thanks.
Sinner’s song: for Rokuro Abe
My life was cut short, by the clumsy gardener
Very early, it’s sad!
Since that time, my blood almost all
Circulated in my head, burning, boiling and foaming.
Without peace and quiet, I was getting angry,
I tried to search the outside world.
This behaviour was stupid,
And this thought is hard to share.
However, this poor tree,
Rough and stiff bark, by sky and wind,
The heart did not endure, was immersed in the feeling of remembrance,
Was lazy, its gestures were intermittent,
This heart was weak people, flattered, so
He could not stop doing all the stupid things, it does not exist in me.
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