Mars Is Out Poem by KotaroTakamura

Mars is out.
After all, what should be done? The query
brings back to a beginning a way of thought it was hard for me to follow.
After all, doesn't it matter?
No, no, infinitely no.

It is best to wait, and with the first strength
it is best to destroy your weakness that is quick with such a question.

To think of a predicted result is not decent.
To live with the right source,
only that is pure.

In order to stir up your being further,
once again raise up your head high.
Shining right over this dark Komagome Hill that is asleep
and silent,
it is good to see that really red star.

Mars is out.

A cold blast makes a rattle-rattle sound in the honey locust pods.

A rutting dog dashes around madly.
If I step on fallen leaves
and pass the bushes,
a cliff.

Mars is out.

I do not know
I what a human being must do.
I do not know
what a human being should try to get.
I think
that a human being can become part of nature.
I am feeling
that a human being is great because he is equal to
nothingness.
Oh I am shaken,
how hopeful to be equal to nothingness !
Even nothingness is destroyed
by natural spreading.

Mars is out.

The sky turns around behind it.
Innumerable far worlds are coming up.
Unlike poets of old days, I do not
see a twinkling of angels in it anymore.
I just listen
to what is like profound waves of ether.
And simply
the world is wonderful.

Its weird grace filled with things unknown
presses toward me tightly, tightly.

Mars is out.