In the forests where there are
only cuckoos and flowers;
In the fields where there are
only the fairs of crops;
In the sky where there are
only the full grown moon
and the luster of its silent beauty;
In the water where there swim
only the chital fishes-
My heart plays there the game
of Spring festival.
My heart, like moonlight,
plays the game of pleasure
moving around all the beauties
of the universe.
