自前のヤスリ

わが指紋は紙ヤスリなり

お匙の先に汚れあり

コシコシコシと擦るなら

汚れが落ちてしまいます

あら便利ねと驚いて

汚れはないかと探したり

ところがこれが不便でね

落ちない汚れがありまして

こいつはほんとに手強くて

むしろ指紋が溶けちゃうの

心の汚れいかんせん

ああ誰か

心の汚れとるヤスリ

どこにあるかを教えてよ！

English version

　　　My Own Sandpaper

My fingerprints are like sandpaper fine,

A smudge on the spoon’s edge, I find.

As I scrub and I scour, with motions divine,

The dirt fades away, no trace left behind.

“How handy!” they say, with a look of delight,

Searching for grime with their curious sight.

Yet this ease proves to be quite the chore,

For some stubborn stains won’t leave anymore.

This one’s a challenge, tough as can be,

In fact, it makes my own prints cease to be.

What can I do ‘bout the dirt in my heart,

That lingers inside, tearing me apart?

Oh, someone, please,

Tell me where I might see,

A sandpaper’s grace

To cleanse what’s in me!