I O unceasing rain!
You fill me with foreboding,
As I lie awake
All through the haunted hours
That precede the golden dawn.

II On the warm beach sand
A spider’s trail meanders,
A lone hunter’s path,
Obscured by the summer breeze,
Lost amidst the sighing dunes.

III Pale chrysanthemum,
Heavy with the autumn dew,
For whom do you mourn?
Will not the sun embrace you
Come the promised break of dawn?

IV A fallen willow
Covered by the rushing stream,
Long branches waving
As the heedless sparrows pass,
Reflecting in the water.

V Moving gently in the breeze,
A string of gemstones
Left upon a driftwood twig,
An offering for the sea
Made of silk and sand.