Watashi ga matsu kodachi no naka ni tatte, jibyō no yūutsu ga tomi ni karuku naru no o oboeru no wa, chōdo kono hototogisu no matsu ga, tera no keidai ni kaette kite, seiki o kaifuku suru no to onaji yō ni, koko ni hitotsu no kyōdo o kanzuru kara na no de wa aru mai ka.It is perhaps because I feel a sense of home in this place that I feel the melancholy of my illness suddenly alleviate as I stand in this pine grove, just as the cuckoo’s pine recovered its vitality when it returned to the temple grounds.
