Why did the bee suddenly come into my floral garden?
Who knows? Who knows?

Being surrounded by colourful leaves and petals,
it did not listen to anything.

That is why, today,
I see a new shine in my floral garden.
A sweet breeze carries songs full of love.

The flowers desire that the bee
come and speak buzzingly
and then,
with honey filled in its bosom,
fly away to all places.

There is no obstruction in forward movement;
liberal hearts are attached to one another in rhythm.
The language of songs that is set to tunes

where does it lie? Where does it lie?

In all gardens and in all hearts
only one image remains hidden.
There is no wavering
in the notes of stringed instruments
nor is there in any mind.