What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.

before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow

長月の　空色袷　きたりけり

O snailClimb Mount FujiBut slowly, slowly!

Flowers scattering -The water we thirst forFar off, in the mist.

Look, don’t kill that fly!It is making a prayer to youBy rubbing its hands and feet

In this worldwe walk on the roof of hell,gazing at flowers

In these latter-day,Degenerate times,Cherry-blossoms everywhere!

How muchare you enjoying yourself,tiger moth?