Sound of the abyss

The bell of my sorrow
hung in my heart
quietly rings through all eternity.

Mercy in the beauty of flowers or
abundance of the Lord
won’t stop the sound.

As the stranger in the city,
I was given a job.
Every night I fortunately could have something to feed myself, but still

Wishing the growth of my adulthood,
Waiting for the surprise of the thunder,
someday the relief of time
may let the sound of my sorrow disappeared.

「深甚の音」（しんじんのね）

　悲しみのしんれい振鈴は、
　心の枝に下がったまま

　延々と深々
　鳴り止まず

　香華に
　しんせん神饌を求めても、ありかも分からない

　親疎の街で糧を得
　毎夜、飯をかし炊ぐ

　化育を願い
　迅雷を待ちわびる

　いつか、時効が
　その音を
　消し去ってくれるまで