RAIN BEATS ME NOT
by Kenji Miyazawa
Rain beats me not, nor wind beats me,
Neither snow, nor the heat of summer,
I have a healthy body.
I’m never greedy, never petulant, always smiling quietly.
Eating two cups of unpolished rice a day,
With a bit of miso and some vegetables,
I do not count myself in any matter,
I listen well, observe and understand,
I forget nothing,
I live in a little thatched roof cottage,
In the shadow of a small pine grove in a valley.
If there is a sick child in the east,
I would go to take care of him;
If there is a tired mother in the west,
I would go to carry her bundle of rice straw.
If there is a dying man in the north,
I would go to tell him “Don’t be scared.”
If there is a quarrel or a court case in the south,
I would go to tell them, “Don’t be a bore, stop it.”
Shedding tears in a drought,
Wandering aimlessly in a cold summer,
Everybody calls me, “Dimwit,”
Nobody praises me,
I bother nobody.
I want to be like that.