When time traces no worth,
To the bushido grace,
May the fall of cherry blossom,
Ornament the fallen merit,
To delicate the humbled purity,
To warmth woven in saffron hues of winter.
The wonder of sad heart,
Not beguiled by wealth nor imperialism,
The comfort of animal at beggars side.
To be richer in wisdom,
Then the gluttoned man of jewel.
The compassion of a journey barren,
By what beauty the urban sights lost.
Why this blind?
Dear master of koan heart,
How sanzen in the forlorner,
No water harmony in rain to refrain,
The pain of stranger enfolded in the city dwelling.
The pain of stranger enfolded in the city dwelling.
Not a bed for the wander whose heart is...
A mother nurtured,a daughter forgotten,
A sister whose family long the name of her,
A women whom handsome man did truly love..
It is of gift to be still kindness,
The hand of I,
Had but a tattered loaf of bread,
For the women of red coat,
The beauty of a miser to remember tears in eyes,
The lesson of suffer,
When time traces no worth.
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