From the undersides of leaves poised to fall, the light
seems to whisper, in a wind unknown,
that all air crosses over water.
Even if the sun shines brightly,
the rays that pass, silent, through the canopy
laugh with an empty mind,
just like human thoughts.
やがて散る葉裏の光りよ
とも知れぬ風にさやゝゝと
大氣は水(みづ)を渡るごと
陽は晴れやかに輝やけど
梢這(は)ふ餘光は寂びて
虚心(うつろこゝろ)に高笑ふ
人の想ひに似たる哉。

