Webs of hurtling trains
Knit together this city
In constant motion.
Tentang Kongzi
Dari gagalnya
Cita wazir, menjadi
Guru tiap zaman.
On Becker’s Creatureliness
This creatureliness
Is the crux of my being;
I live, and I die.
On The Shinkansen
Night falls around us,
Sliced apart by nerveless speed:
We ride the bullet.
On Nara’s Deer Park
Oblivious to
You or me, the deer enjoy
Their charmed existence.
On Not Knowing
I don’t know what’s next
But who does? We are all blind
Children, led by Fate.
On Onsen
Sinking into these
Black waters, I give me up
To oblivion.
On Furoshiki
With brightly-coloured
Square cotton cloth, I wrap this
World into my hands.
Tentang Embunan Pagi
Embunan pagi
Erat mendakap pada
Bingkaian kaca.
On Christmas Morning
Christmas morning, and
The birds are chirping softly
Calling down His Grace.