四つの剣
The Four Swords
深山に燃える 焚き火の声よ
沈黙の奥に 師の語りあり
揺れる心を 映す炎に
若き修行者は 剣を知る
断ちて守れよ 闇の芽を
律して揺るがぬ 火を抱け
慈しみ育ちて 光となり
許しの剣が 道を照らす
In mountain depths, the fire speaks low,
The master’s voice through silence flows.
A wavering heart in flames is seen,
Where the young monk learns the swords unseen.
Cut down the roots where darkness grows,
Hold fast the flame though wild wind blows.
Let kindness bloom, a light to rise,
And mercy’s blade shall clear the skies.
