A Passing Scenery

While in a train from north to south, Past the paddy, the groves, the lagoons, Past where pearls glitter in sun, Someone I love passed me by.

In a train from south to north, Past the streams, the ponds, the lakes On the tracks west to where I sat, In that train fleeing past, My son, my uttermost love, passed me by.

In that train that flew past me, In the blur of faces that swept past me, One was my son, my uttermost love.

I, in a train running north to south, My heart in a train running south to north.