The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.