Although I try / to hold the single thought / of Buddha's teaching in my heart, / I cannot help but hear / the many crickets' voices calling as well.
Izumi ShikibuIn love longing I listen to the monk's bell. I will never forget you even for an interval short as those between the bell notes.
Izumi ShikibuWatching the moon at midnight, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.
Izumi ShikibuRather than recallin these flowersthe fragrance of the past,I would like to hear this nightingale's voice,to know if his song is as sweet.
Izumi Shikibu