the nameless flower
I offer it to buddha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
'' tsunde kite na wa shiranu hana o Mihotoke ni ''
'' picking the nameless flower, / I offer it to Buddha ''
as a beggar, Santoka described one of his favorite places like this:
''The food is very cheap here, the salvation of this old hobo. Raw fish is five sen a plate, tempura five sen, yudoofu two sen. Even a drunkard like me can become a Buddha in this very body for thirty sen.''
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