while on the river shallows
a sliver of moon remains
The summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.
Shiki, Masaoka (1867-1902)
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: I will love thess till, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run: And fare thee well, my only luve! And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
summer again -
friends of two colors
side by side
the Beloved has arrived!
The rose garden is blooming
run and offer your life and the world
to the rising Sun...