From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
Just washed, How chill The white leeks!
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.