I visited Japan for the sake of pleasure,
But ended up sick and confined to a solitary retreat,
With only leisure in view,
A solitary chrysanthemum tree.
My thoughts were unlike Johnsy in “The Last Leaf”,
For I wished to not die in a foreign land,
Where none would shed tears on my tomb.
I wished to return home ,
Before I closed my eyes forever.
And so I strived against the Grim Reaper,
Who loomed over my head with burning scythe.
But as days crawled by , I lost all hope,
All my thoughts were extinguished but for one,
To see chrysanthemums before I died.
When I first set foot on this land,
Even though no one greeted me,
I was filled with sheer delight,
For I beheld a truly lovely sight.
Chrysanthemums in full bloom ,pale and white,
In stark contrast to the shadow of night.
Every day I wake up before dawn ,
And muster all energy to peep through the window sill,
But not a single bloom I see ,
To soothe my growing misery.