（秋の日が真っ赤な粒となって砕け冷気を満たす。
清冽な光の乱舞をその時と定め秋は実を紅に染める。
短い命をひそかに燃やし秋は厳然とそこにある。）

＊つぶつぶと：粒状に ＊はねる：跳ねる
＊実：身に掛ける

Autumn sometimes makes us feel the utmost strength
of naure. Though its life is short and its atmosphere looks
all ephemeral, it maintains the final splendor of fertility which
no other creatures can deny. It certainly has a shiny and
supreme moment which fills us with irresistible sense of awe.
It dies rather quickly but it's an honourable death adorned with
fulfillment of a divine calling. Autumn does it calmly without
any grandiose gestures or claiming any special attention. 

When I think of the above, I feel ashamed of myself, to say the
least. How vain am I ! How infertile am I ! How inane am I !
We have a lot to learn from autumn.