Rather 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 ShikibuEven when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.
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 Shikibu