My hut lies in the middle of a dense forest.

Every year the green ivy grows longer.

No news of the affairs of men,

Only the occasional song of a woodcutter.

The sun shines and I mend my robe.

When the moon comes out I read Buddhist poems.

I have nothing to report my friends <on fb>...

If you want to find the meaning, 
stop chasing after so many things!

~ Ryokan