Answer.

My life may appear melancholy

But traveling through this world

I have entrusted myself to Heaven.

In my sack, three quarts of rice;

By the hearth, a bundle of firewood.

If someone asks what is the mark of enlightenment or illusion

I cannot say -- wealth and honor are nothing but dust.

As the evening rain falls I sit in my hermitage.

And stretch out both feet in answer.

Ryokan