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If the bush warbler
Did not sing
From the valleys,
Who would know
The coming of spring?
Though deep in the mountains
Snow still covers the pines,
In the capital
People gather young shoots
From the fields!
If the cherry blossom were not known
To our world,
Perhaps our hearts would be
Peaceful at spring time.
On horseback
We go to the old capital
At Nara;
See how the blossoms are scattered
Whiter and deeper than snow!
Will only passing strangers
Glance back and see
The wisteria in bloom,
Billowing in waves
On my cottage?
Sing, warbler, sing!
Never cease your song!
For spring
Comes only
Once a year.
Yoshizawa Kengyo II (1808 - 1872)
Did not sing
From the valleys,
Who would know
The coming of spring?
Though deep in the mountains
Snow still covers the pines,
In the capital
People gather young shoots
From the fields!
If the cherry blossom were not known
To our world,
Perhaps our hearts would be
Peaceful at spring time.
On horseback
We go to the old capital
At Nara;
See how the blossoms are scattered
Whiter and deeper than snow!
Will only passing strangers
Glance back and see
The wisteria in bloom,
Billowing in waves
On my cottage?
Sing, warbler, sing!
Never cease your song!
For spring
Comes only
Once a year.
Yoshizawa Kengyo II (1808 - 1872)
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