Title: “Living in seclusion in a summer day”
When I lived in seclusion in a long way from any human dwellings,
in a deserted garden,
I heard the sound of the water of the spring
and the sound of the garden rock.
I heard them like washing away the dust,
and like leaving the long summer days.
The rain went by,
and a mountain in the afternoon was fine.
I had been wanted to forget the summer heat for thirty days.
And when I glanced around the scenery,
it looked like peaceful and calm.
I felt a hut the place where the person
who studied the skill of the Taoism
and got the way to be the mountain hermit
and the hermit lived.
And in reading the books,
I thought a relationship with poets.
I heard the sound of the wind
blowing up based on four seasons.
And singing a poetry to myself
while being lost in my own thoughts,
I drank a cup of alcoholic beverage.
I was ashamed that it was easy to be old in the prime of my life.
And when the sun was setting, the cool visiting early was occurring.
Masaya Samura (pen name: Gensai Shirakawa) in Osaka, Japan
at July 4, 2017