In 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 ShikibuThe one close to me now; even my own body--these too will soon become clouds, floating in different directions.
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 ShikibuCome quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
Izumi Shikibu