But of my destiny Thou didst not speak to me. Must it be so veiled from me?...
Once more, everywhere I see cherry trees; Thou hast put a magical power in these flowers: they seem to speak of Thy sole Presence; they bring with them the smile of the Divine.
My body is at rest and my soul blossoms in light: what kind of a charm hast Thou put into these trees in flower?
O Japan, it is thy festive adorning, expression of thy goodwill, it is thy purest offering, the pledge of thy fidelity; it is thy way of saying that thou dost mirror the sky.