Hvem vekker solen når den sover på sin brennende senf ? ... Quien despierta al sol cuando duerme sobre su cama abrasadora ?

The light under the trees,
the light from high heaven.
The green
arbour
light
that flashes
in the leaf
and falls like fresh
with sand.

A grasshopper lifts
its sawing sound
over the clearness.

The world 
is a full glass
of water.

And this is
the moral of the world
people:
beauty is twice
beautiful
and goodness is doubly
good
when
it concerns two old
smelly
wool socks
after winter.