The visitors are come to the Temple Gardens in Nippori; two visitors talk to each other:



1
Ah, look at these gardens
the temple gardens in Nippori,
sacred and pure;
see how the trees and flowers bloom
and the very grounds are fresh and radiant…
Let us walk here
mindful of the beauty of the grounds
and the trees and the flowers;
let us contemplate the purity of the air;
let us walk, careful – even as we take
each step on these rich grounds
blessed by holy presence;
let us revere these grounds, their beauty and energy



2
I heard a song
in my village
that an old woman sang:

*There is no ground
that is more sacred than another;
there is no place
that is more worthy than another;
walk - O beings of the earth,
with respect in each measure;
live with reverence
for the very air you breathe;
live in each place
as there is none more than another