新月の 宵闇に
火の玉の ふたつ三つ
飛び交いて
怨みはらさで おくべきか
いや おくまいぞ
おくまいぞ
嗚呼 されど
成就のあてなく 声もなく
芸もなきに さまよいて
末代までも 成仏できぬは
飛んで 火の玉
あわれなり
Fireballs
In the evening of the new moon
Fireballs are two and three
Flying around.
Should I not be grudged?
No, I won't let you do that.
I won't let you do that.
Oh, but
There is no answer to fulfillment, no voice,
I'm wandering though I have no tricks,,
Even the last generation can't be a Buddhahood
Flying fireballs
Pity.