俳句の先生の作品と私の英詩

●秋水の　研ぎし歳月　岩の肌

A ground and polished rock

For a thousand years or more,
Water has been falling down,
Deep into the valley,
From the forest.

Now, on the river bank,
Watching the ground and polished rock.
Feeling the history,
Which has passed through numerous autumns.

●更待や　大器晩成　ほど遠し

Still far beyond the success

On the twentieth day,
I saw the waning moon,
In the sky.

Guiding me to recollect myself,
And realize,
Still far beyond the success,
Dreamt in the past.

No way to keep us from,
Getting old.

●飛鳥仏　血のいろ放下　曼珠沙華

Asuka Buddha

Asuka Buddha.
Now,
Looking back on the history.

How many people,
Have bled,
To fight for their righteousness.

Now,
On the ground,
Manjusaka is blooming,
In scarlet.
As if people's blood,
Absorbed into its red colour.
And just wishing that peace would come to us.

●蟷螂の　斧ともなれず　大和武士

Where has pride gone?

What a pity,
It is!
No spirits,
No hope.

Where has pride gone,
As a soldier,
Of great dignity?

Seems the war,
Crushed everything,
Even the lowest level,
Of a soldier's spirits,
Forever.

●登高と　奈落の輪廻　人の道

Transmigration of the soul

Going up and down,
In our life,
Is a natural phenomenon.

Such circulation,
Happy or unhappy,
Is repeated every moment.

The same repetition,
Generation after generation,
Is our life,
Called,
As the transmigration of the soul.

●日の神の　鏡の出土　初明り

A mirror of Sun God

At the very beginning of this year,
A mirror of Sun God,
Found from an ancient tomb.

A good omen,
To tell,
Something beautiful is happening,
Guiding us from the darkness to the bright world.

●倒の世の　風にも耐えて　寒桜

A cherry blossom, blooming against the cold wind

Bankruptcy,
Storming in the world.

A cherry blossom,
Blooming against the cold wind,
Struck my mind, and encouraged me to survive.

●吹き抜ける　孤独の叫び　虎落笛

The dead solitary

Through doors' slight openings,
A draft is blowing,
With a groaning sound.

Accelerating the dead solitary,
Nobody there.
Only loneliness,
Ever.

●先帝の　十年の忌や　薺粥

Rice gruel mixed with seven kinds of shepherd's purse

On January 7,
We usually take rice gruel,
Mixed with seven kinds of shepherd's purse.

On that day,
Ten years ago,
Showa Emperor,
Passed away.

We remember hard and poor days,
Close to death,
When it comes around,
Every year.

●故知らぬ　憂愁晴るる　初音かな

A Japanese nightingale's singing for the first time this year

On a melancholy day in Spring,
A Japanese nightingale sang merrily,
Close to my ears.
For the first time this year.

Nature's power is great,
Making us notice the meaning of life,
Being bred,
Generation after generation.

●稜線の　溶け込む日和　辛夷咲く

A white cucumber tree

On a sunny day in Spring,
A ridge line melted into a sky,
Like a airplane's white trail.

On the ground,
A white cucumber tree is blooming,
Peacefully and elegantly.

●遠き日の　修羅を隠して　山笑う

The battlefield in the past

The battlefield in the past,
After a long time has passed,
Now changed into a peaceful one.

Smiling to people,
Like a fatherland,
To tell a human history.

●仏徒へも　バレンタインの　チョコ来る日

On St Valentine's Day

On St Valentine's Day,
Every man and woman in Japan,
Exchange a box of chocolates,
Whatever their religion.

Even I,
A Buddhist,
Having been given one.

●花むなし　大和ごころの　失せし国

Weeping over such a miserable reality

A Japanese mind,
Having been able to sacrifice itself to the truth,
With a pure mentality,
Now has been lost.

How sad it is!
A beautiful flower,
Blooming on the ground,
Weeping over such a miserable reality.