Happiness is moving in a circle.
Like a foaming cup,
we can’t catch it.
We could just silently accept it
and pass it to each other.
Drink!

Who cares which vine is enthralling us,
who dropped the flower on the way,
who had grown the grain?

Happiness is moving in a circle.
You can’t seize it directly,
so hurry up
and be of secret assistance to another…
And then it will come from someone’s hands
in the moment
when you have given up hope—
the graceful cup—
and the circle will close.