Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
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At the crossroads this year, after
begging all day
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have you forgotten me
or lost the path here?
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in this dream world
we doze
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today's begging is finished; at the crossroads
i wander by the side of hachiman shrine
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First days of Spring-the sky
is bright blue, the sun huge and warm.
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The plants and flowers
I raised about my hut
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The thief left it behind:
the moon
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The winds have died, but flowers go on falling;
birds call, but silence penetrates each song.
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This world
A fading
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To kindle a fire,
the autumn winds have piled
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You stop to point at the moon in the sky,
but the finger's blind unless the moon is shining.
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When I was a lad,
I sauntered about town as a gay blade,
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Returning to my native village after many years’ absence:
I'll I put up at a country inn and listen to the rain.
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An old grave hidden away at the foot of a deserted hill,
Overrun with rank weeds growing unchecked year after year;
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In my youth I put aside my studies
And I aspired to be a saint.
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Yes, I’m truly a dunce
Living among trees and plants.
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When all thoughts
Are exhausted
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Like the little stream
Making its way
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at dusk
i often climb
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Blending with the wind,
Snow falls;
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No luck today on my mendicant rounds;
From village to village I dragged myself.
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This treasure was discovered in a bamboo thicket --
I washed the bowl in a spring and then mended it.
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Midsummer -- I walk about with my staff.
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How can I possibly sleep
This moonlit evening?
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Stretched out,
Tipsy,
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Wild roses, Plucked from fields
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When spring arrives
From every tree tip
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I watch people in the world
Throw away their lives lusting after things,
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The wind has settled, the blossoms have fallen;
Birds sing, the mountains grow dark --
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