〈これがぼくらの冬の悲歌〉

冬がくる

その朝

われらの列島の
銀杏の葉は

いっせいに
きらきら光る

高層ビル街の
濡れた石の
ペイブメント
に響く靴音が

低く霧の這う
あの街角を
曲がってゆく

白い息を吐き
やがて目覚める

高い窓を探しても

巡りあうはずの愛は
どこにもみえない

数千キロを
隔てた
この地の

死の日

死の月

血の河を
魚がゆく日

黒煙の覆う
空へ
鳥が還る日

もうすぐ

ガザに

いつものように

乾期がくる

死の日

死の月

身に覚えのない
敵意と憎悪

絶え間なく
降り続く
砲弾やミサイル

子供たちが
倒れ
傷つき

女たちは
嘆く

爆撃が
止んでも

子供たちの
喉は渇き

餓えは
終わらぬ

男たちは
この地上の
どこにも
いなくなる

冬がくる

その朝

われらの
列島の
銀杏の葉は

いっせいに
きらきら
光る

高層ビル街の
濡れた石の
ペイブメント
に響く靴音が

低く霧の這う
あの街角を
曲がってゆく

白い息を吐き
やがて目覚める

高い窓を探しても

巡りあうはずの愛は
どこにもみえない

数千キロを
隔てた
この地の

死の日

死の月

血の河を
魚がゆく日

黒煙の覆う
空へ
鳥が還る日

もうすぐ

ガザに

いつものように

乾期がくる

　　　　``This is our winter elegy.''
　
On that morning when winter comes, the leaves of the ginkgo trees in our archipelago all sparkle together.
　The sound of shoes echoes on the wet stone pavement of the skyscraper district.
　The sound of white footsteps echoes around that street corner covered with fog.
　Breathe out and you'll soon wake up
Even if you search for a high window, the love that should have come across you is nowhere to be seen
　Thousands of kilometers separate this land, the day of death The moon of death
A fish goes down the river of blood
The day of the day Towards the sky covered in black smoke The day when the birds return
　The dry season will soon come as always in Gaza.
　The day of death, the moon of death, hostility and hatred that I don't remember in my body. Shells and missiles that keep raining down. Children fall down and are hurt.
Women mourn. Even if the bombing stops, the children's Thirst and never-ending hunger. Men disappear everywhere on this earth.

　Winter is coming. In the morning, the ginkgo leaves of our archipelago all sparkle.
The sound of footsteps echoes on the wet stone pavement of the skyscraper district.
The mist creeps low. As I turn that street corner, I exhale my white breath and eventually wake up.
　Even if I look for the high window, I can't see the love I was supposed to encounter anywhere.
　This is the day of death, separated by thousands of kilometers.
　The moon of death.A fish sails through the river of blood. The day when the birds return to the sky covered in black smoke,
　The dry season will soon arrive in Gaza as usual.