Had you done a good job Clapping with Two hands, No need then to hear The sound of one. All heaven and earth Have worked out This single buttercup: Surely it will go on Age after age. How joyous to meet with you! How terrible to part! Greeting is the Beginning of farewell. My hair curled elaborately Only for your sake; It’s you who will Disturb it at midnight. Up to the puppeteer: Out of the doll box hung from his neck Comes a Buddha? Or a devil? Without fences, Everything belongs to me: The snow-clad mountains. The bell doesn’t ring, Nor does the stick; The “between” Is ringing. No bird twitters On the hillside rice field After harvest; Just a scarecrow Fallen. No more, thank you, of This suffocating world! I’m moving to A new house Down in hell. Kunisada Chuji, Fearful as a devil, Cuts and kills men-- With a sweet smile! When you’re Beyond Pain and pleasure, Both good and bad Fail to reach you.