わたしひとりの音させてゐるthe only sounds are mine alone

庵の中で立てる物音は、すべて自分ひとりの音。水を汲む音、茶碗の音、衣ずれの音。静けさの中で、自分の存在が音になって聞こえる。独居の一日はこの音だけで暮れていく。The sounds he makes in the hermitage are, every one, his own sounds alone. The sound of drawing water, the sound of a bowl, the rustle of his robe. In the stillness, his own existence becomes audible as sound. A day of living alone passes with these sounds and no others.