Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Spring Ango--Who Knows What Day It Is....
On Receiving My Letter of Termination
The time has come to devote myself to my hiker's stick;
I must have been a Buddhist monk in a former life!
Sick, I see returning home as a kind of pardon.
A stranger here--being fired is like being promoted.
In my cup, thick wine; I get crazy-drunk,
eat my fill, then stagger up the green mountain.
The southern sect, the northern sect, I've tried
this hermit has his own school of Zen philosophy.
Translated by Jonathan Chaves