Watching 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 ShikibuThe one close to me now; even my own body--these too will soon become clouds, floating in different directions.
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