And clouds float above the mountain
Wind blowing off the foam from the surf,
Gives it to the will of heaven -
And clouds float above the mountain,
Consisting entirely of miracles.
From overseas intricate lace,
From animals unknown to the world,
Not afraid of the sun and cold,
From shadows fleeing from the light.
Sometimes he drives them into clouds,
And then, like the tears of the gods -
Salty rain falls from the steep,
On the sleeping roofs of houses.
In the morning, on trees and grasses,
In the bright sun, miracles glisten,
Forgetting about intricate morals,
Like dew that has fallen with them.
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