The traveler journeys on today again tomorrow again
seeking the way of new fortune (happiness)
What is the his heart we do not know —–
does he bear a burden of sorrow?
does he bear a packet of joy?
In the cold dawn in the hot evening
the traveler presses onward, so that he may live.
lugging the weights of livelihood, buffeted by waves,
the traveler never rests, always coming from somewhere,
always bound somewhere else,
from a tragic journey, along the road of hope
Bokusui sang of it this way:
“When I’ve crossed countless mountains and streams, the land
where loneliness ends! ——- today again I travel on”
A society of dreams
gardens where fortune blooms
theater of the common people
dance of drama
guidelines that are certain
entrance of the chief actors
Press on traveler! I too make the journey,
along the endless road of mankind
from the way of anger to the way of delight
