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 ShikibuWatching the moon at midnight, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.
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 Shikibu