Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.
There is no stranger under the cherry tree.
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love