HEAD PRIEST: Why yes indeed, there I see the mountain wind as it courses through the branches of the trees.
MOTHER: The blossom-laden waters look
HEAD PRIEST: As waves cloaked in white fallen from above
MOTHER: of cherry blossoms
HEAD PRIEST: or snow
MOTHER: Are they waves?
HEAD PRIEST: Or are they flowers?
MOTHER: These buoyant clouds
HEAD PRIEST: in the breeze by the river
MOTHER: they scatter, like waves on Sakuragawa
They scatter, these waves on Sakuragawa.
But I shall catch the drowning blossoms.