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.