Visitors never grace this mountain village,
and yet I am not lonely.
Flowers laugh, birds talk; leaves rustling in the bamboo grove provide the sounds of conversation. The wind in the pines is the komun'go, while the cuckoo makes sweet song.
And there’s no one
to flash an eye in envy of my riches.
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