Ame ni mo makezu
Be not Defeated by the Rain
This is a famous poem written by NAME , a poet from the northern prefecture of Iwate in Japan who lived from 1896 to 1933.
The poem was found posthumously in a small black notebook in one of the poet's trunks.
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| Japanese | Transliteration | Translation |
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雨ニモマケズ
風ニモマケズ 雪ニモ夏ノ暑サニモマケヌ 丈夫ナカラダヲモチ 慾ハナク 決シテ瞋ラズ イツモシヅカニワラッテイル 一日ニ玄米四合ト 味噌ト少シノ野菜ヲタベ アラユルコトヲ ジブンヲカンジョウニ入レズニ ヨクミキキシワカリ ソシテワスレズ 野原ノ松ノ林ノ蔭ノ 小サナ萱ブキノ小屋ニイテ 東ニ病気ノ子供アレバ 行ッテ看病シテヤリ 西ニツカレタ母アレバ 行ッテソノ稲ノ束ヲ負ヒ 南ニ死ニソウナ人アレバ 行ッテコワガラナクテモイイトイイ 北ニケンカヤソショウガアレバ ツマラナイカラヤメロトイイ ヒデリノトキハナミダヲナガシ サムサノナツハオロオロアルキ ミンナニデクノボウトヨバレ ホメラレモセズ クニモサレズ ソウイウモノニ ワタシハナリタイ |
ame ni mo makezu
kaze ni mo makezu yuki ni mo natsu no atsusa ni mo makenu jōbu na karada wo mochi yoku wa naku kesshite ikarazu itsu mo shizuka ni waratte iru ichi nichi ni genmai yon gō to miso to sukoshi no yasai wo tabe arayuru koto wo jibun wo kanjō ni irezu ni yoku mikiki shi wakari soshite wasurezu nohara no matsu no hayashi no kage no chiisa na kayabuki no koya ni ite higashi ni byōki no kodomo areba itte kanbyō shite yari nishi ni tsukareta haha areba itte sono ine no taba wo oi minami ni shinisō na hito areba itte kowagaranakute mo ii to ii kita ni kenka ya soshō ga areba tsumaranai kara yamero to ii hideri no toki wa namida wo nagashi samusa no natsu wa oro-oro aruki minna ni deku-no-bō to yobare homerare mo sezu ku ni mo sarezu sō iu mono ni watashi wa naritai |
not losing to the rain
not losing to the wind not losing to the snow nor to summer's heat with a strong body unfettered by desire never losing temper cultivating a quiet joy every day four bowls of brown rice miso and some vegetables to eat in everything count yourself last and put others before you watching and listening, and understanding and never forgetting in the shade of the woods of the pines of the fields being in a little thatched hut if there is a sick child to the east going and nursing over them if there is a tired mother to the west going and shouldering her sheaf of rice if there is someone near death to the south going and saying there's no need to be afraid if there is a quarrel or a lawsuit to the north telling them to leave off with such waste when there's drought, shedding tears of sympathy when the summer's cold, wandering upset called a nobody by everyone without being praised without being blamed such a person I want to become |
