A whitewashed cloud
Spring has risen on the mountains of Tatsuta,
Quietly lined fogs ...
Or at the top of the distant Ogura
Sakura shines ghostly?
SUDAE FUDZIARA
It seems that the nightingale was waiting,
When they are born into the world,
Like bright pearls,
Days of the new year - and fled
From the doors of the spring valley!
SUDAE FUDZIARA
You walk through the clouds,
And suddenly on a mountain path
Through the rain - cherry blossom!
Quito Vladimir Kush Soul Plexus
In the cherry petals
His fleeting face showed
A rush of a spring wind.
Oh, if the stranger had looked
In my snow-covered garden!
SUDAE FUDZIARA
Rivaling with whiteness of snow,
Fallen from heaven,
At my house
On a branch of winter plum
Blossom today white flowers!
Otomo Yakamoti
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