The New Road of Koide

The road that has newly been opened here
Goes, I suppose, straight to the city.
I stand at a crossway of the new road,
Uncertain of the lonely horizon.
Dark, melancholy day.

The sun is low over the roofs of the houses.
The unfelled trees in the wood stand sparsely.
How, how, to restore myself to what I was?
On this road I rebel against and will not travel,
The new trees have all been felled.