Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
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 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 ShikibuAlthough 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 Shikibu