Seek the unperfumed violet
By narrow mountain-pathway set —
Fairest of flowers.

Beside a mountain path,
A graceful find
Is a tiny violet!

The summer grass!
'Tis all that's left
Of ancient warriors' dreams.

All warnings are in vain;
I've suffered once, I've suffered twice,
Yet do the same again.

All night long I watched the glorious moon;
And wearied not the first time nor the second.

Edward found a homeless dog
Out on Lonesome street,
Edward took it home with him
And gave it food to eat.
Quite unhappy seemed the dog —
It whined and sadly fretted;
All that ailed that poor dog was —
It wanted to be petted!

Thou know'st, O man, how heavy is thy care.
Seek not among thy feeble kind for rest!
Lay not thy grief on some o'erburdened breast!
Thy grief is thine, and thou alone must bear.

“Well well!” and “Well well!”
Is all I can say.—the flowers
On Yoshino mountain!

Cherry-blossoms of Yoshino,
These and these only,
Unsurpassed in loveliness,
Yoshino's peerless blossoms!

O this! O this!
Far beyond words it is!
Mountain of cherry bloom, Yoshino-Yama.