呼吸すれば、
胸の中にて鳴る音あり。
凩よりもさびしきその音！
chest moans
when I breathe—
worse than
the winter wind
that sound
目をさませば、からだ痛くて
動かれず。
泣きたくなりて、夜明くるを待つ。
wake up
can't move
ache all over—
wanting to cry
I wait out the night
「労働者」「革命」などいふ言葉を
聞きおぼえたる
五歳の子かな。
"Worker" "Revolution" and such like words
Where ever did she pick them up?
My five-year-old daughter.
薬のむことを忘れて、
ひさしぶりに、
母に叱られしをうれしと思へる。
Forgetting to drink the medicine
For the first time in a long while
I recalled how happy it made me to be scolded by Mother.
もうお前の心底をよく見届けたと、
夢に母来て
泣いてゆきしかな。
"At last I can plainly understand
The depth of your heart,"
My mother said in my dream
And weeping went away.