風鈴の鳴るさへ死のしのびよるeven the ringing of the wind-chime — death creeping near

病中の句。風鈴が鳴る、その涼やかな音にさえ、死のしのびよる気配を聞いてしまう。夏の音の代表のような風鈴が、病む身には別の顔を見せる。音はひとつ、聞く心がふたつ。A poem written in illness. Even in the cool ring of the wind-chime, he hears the sign of death creeping near. The wind-chime, that emblem of summer sound, shows an ailing body another face. One sound — but two hearts hearing it.