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 ShikibuCome quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
Izumi ShikibuWatching the moon at midnight, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.
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