Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.
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 ShikibuWatching the moon at midnight, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.
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 Shikibu