Have you seen a fine drizzle in crimson sky?
Have you seen the tree tops decked with white herons?
Or, have you been a witness to swaying paddy fields
And hear the mourning of the wind?
Have you gone to a forest deep and
Passed a night on a wild tree?
Have you eyed the silver moon
When trees whisper and animals prowl?
Only then you know what I mean, my friends.