Like a newly coined cent
sun rises in the yellowish sky
I know why, the Japanese have lent
Godhead to the angry eye

It sizzles, burns the dulling brain
to a spot
In the sleeping forest it rains
on the islands of the Nippon

Glorious warmth now is born
spreads a shy timid-light
night now has fled
leaves damp tracks on the lawn

The taste of green is folded
wrapped in scented leaves
Steamed in the light of teacup
while shadows are fearful thieves

the elder trees and grass
share in the newly born light
Crane and dragon shadows pass
Silhouettes are as black as night

Berry blossoms bloom
in the land of the rising sun
Night gives daylight room
and now the dream is done