
(harukaze no kasumi fukitoku taema yori
midarete nabiku aoyagi no ito)
“In a rift of the haze blown, untangled, by spring winds,
Turbulent, bending, the strands of green willows;”
Behind a knot of brush, a cul-de-sac, near the bank, an eddy,
Where waits the limitless patience of an ancient pike.