From the edge of grass field
where marigolds are brightly shining,
the gold of broom rises into the sky.
　

The spring garden is flooded by
yellow and white flowers in full bloom,
my house looks retracted now.
　

Around mid night, when I open the window,
my eyes are surrounded by
chitchats of the stars.
　

Even if the country is defeated,
there still exist mountains and rivers,
the color of autumnal sunshine dyes
seething Seto River.
　

A painter in Heaven stumbles against buckets.
Mountains and fields of Nippon turns to
brilliant autumn.