|◎The Wind Over the Plateau |
Nobody else can show a returned route clearly and
Over the plateau sweeps the wind, which I follow into immense vastness.
My drifting thoughts try to make out Northern Dipper while
I have to fence out dust particles repeatedly in order to embrace blueness and indigo.
No longer do I talk of spaciousness, and of majestic peaks.
Unfolding the mystery of time and light, trimming the coolness on my fingertips
I'm to make unreal a ball of exotic brilliant rays and
Watch stars like tiny spots rising
I lean on the clouds, have an eye-to-eye gaze with the rose willows
Circle in the air on the eagle's wings, and pass through depth and reticence.
At last it’s the nearest to the sun and its contour becomes bright and clear.
The wind sweeps over the plateau, so it's suitable to call out blueness and indigo
At the moment, I'd feel like turning from one person to another person,
From one time-space to another space-time.