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Be not Defeated by the Rain

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A poem which was found after Kenji Miyazawa 's death. The author had Nam Myoho Renge Kyo written on all pages and a single page in between contained this poem. My sister (who speaks Japanese) almost cried when she told me about this. I guess it's the way the poem was hidden among those strong vibrations of Nam Myoho Renge Kyo which makes it so poignant. Just wanted to share it. :wub:




















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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

Edited by Adishakti
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"Serving humanity as efficiently as possible sounds like an honorable goal in life" said Praise. "If you desire for such a reality you will contaminate my soul with heat." said water.

And so it was decided... Staying in the depth of waters, arising out of water when the opportunity arises to complete a task and disappear before praise recognizes me shall be the code of the samurai.


During a particular dark night Praise was walking beside a river as he heared the cry of a woman. He quickly ran towards the fearful voice to spot two criminal scum who were holding the woman with a firm grasp. They were obviously up to something bad. "I've seen your faces, thieves! Leave the woman in peace or it will go hard with you!" shouted Praise with all the confidence he had. The thieves continued business as usual, facing the eye witness. The women ran way, dissapearing in the clouds of mist running toward the city village. Fear striked Praise heart, he ran as hard as he could the other way. The river closed up on him and fear slowly approached Praise with an evil grin. Praise was now face to face with fear. Praise felt a drip of water on his shoulder and noticed a robed person, completely soaked of water, standing right behind him. The thieve on the left was decapitated by another robed person who caught the thieve in his arms to carefully lay the dead body on the ground. As the other thieve ran away the remaining robed person shot an arrow at him, piercing right trough his heart. "Oh my god! I can't thank you enough, for saving my life. Might I know your name? Perhaps I can arrange a price for both of your good deeds." said Praise. The two anonimous robed persons responded only by vaporating into clouds of hot steam to the bewilderment of Praise. It began to rain, each and every drop vaporated on the touch of Praise body. "No, Water! You son of a..." The shock of water stonified Praise, his last words caused water to freeze in a radius of 2 kilometers. The city still lies frozen, untouched, un altered, till the day of its discovey by a little child. His name was Sun. Sun planted the tree of life in the middle of the village. The village is gone, but the tree spread its seeds arounds the world.


By Karool Noudak



It kinda reminded me of that poem

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