Just before spring planting
The paddy fields are flooded.
In the surface of the water
The sky falls in terraces.
On the rock-ribbed hill
The cherry blossoms
Bloom along the path.
They blow in the wind;
They dance in the light;
They breath in the air.
Along the old trails
Over the mountain
Are memorials
to the gentle Kiso,
Who pulled sleds packed
With provisions;
Heavy rain washes the namako walls;
Bonito is smoked over cherry flames;
A spring bubbles from the mountain;
Where a fresh-water crab forages.
Beyond the lush green tea bushes,
The snow falls on Mount Fuji .
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