One note on my flute awakens another.
Gulls call from city roofs and village piers.
Cockerels awaken the country.
And from my bed I hear the temple's sonorous bell.
Awake you legion gods and demon.
for there is Strange sweet melody and dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading this poem very much- -the sounds of dawn be it seaside, village, or farmland is quite a delight especially when there's no jack hammer at work! Excellent vocal images!