Kiyomizu temple has been
the sacred place in Kyoto,
Since founded by Tamuramaro Shogun.
The holy power was being increased day by day.
Those who sought miracles by its power
visited there incessantly.
Innumerable people wanted profits in real lives.
It is the middle of the March.
Everywhere cherry blossoms were being out
to be misread for clouds or snow.
The blossoms were more graceful than
that of plums or peaches in the ancient China,
It was more popular than Yoshino or Hatsuse.
Looking around from there,
We could see the cascade of Otowa in a mist,
and felt as if being in the heavenly castle.
It was the holy place above human powers.
Visitors from various parts of the country
streached curtains, set up screens,
and composed poems.
The common people brought
each picnic lunch and flask.
Under cherry trees,
they performed plays and drank together.
Some felt good by getting drunk,
tapped kegs as hand drums,
and sang and dansed to it
with putting on faceclothes on the heads.
Suddenly overtook the rain this interesting scene.
The continuous rain surprised visitors,
who rolled up the sleeves, skirts or cuffs,
and returned home in a stir.
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