春風に吹き出し笑ふ花もがな

harukaze ni / fukidashi warau / hana mogana

A Spring breeze is blowing,

I’m bursting with laughter

wishing for flowers

— Matsuo Basho, Spring, 1668

In spring's arrival, the sakura bloom,

Petals dance, dispelling winter's gloom.

A girl in red kimono stands so still,

As the wind whispers secrets,

a gentle thrill.

Beneath the cherry blossoms' fleeting grace,

Her laughter echoes, a tender trace.

The breeze carries dreams to skies anew,

In this moment, pure and filled with dew.