Four bowls of brown rice a day
With miso and a bit of vegetables
In all things
Without letting oneself be swayed by emotions
Observe well, listen, understand
And never forget
In the shadow of the pine forest on the field
In a small thatched hut
If there is a sick child in the east
I go to care for them
If there is a tired mother in the west
I go to carry her bundles of rice
If someone is dying in the south,
Go and tell them they need not be afraid.
If there is a quarrel lawsuit in the north,
Tell them it's pointless and to stop.
When the drought comes, I shed tears
In the cold summer, I wander aimlessly
Called a fool by everyone
Neither praised
Nor accepted
Such a person
I wish to become