Chapter 4 relief

The moon is as bright as water, lingering under the tree-- Contemplating - contemplating. Picking up dead branches in meditation, whip yourself generously The shadow of the moon on the ground. Everyone thinks it's a dream, And it's an indistinct dream. If it is not clear, it should be too clear, my friend, life's worries From now on! still have to go through This endless black sea. my friend! The world never forsakes you, Why did you abandon the world? cloud-like freedom, As quiet as water. Life is a dream, Also had a distinct dream. Throwing away dead branches in thought,

look at yourself leisurely The shadow of the moon on the ground. The night of February 5, 1923 (This article was originally published in "Morning News" on February 10, 1923, and later included in the collection of poems "Spring Water".)