I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.
SaigyōLimitations gone: Since my mind fixed on the moon, Clarity and serenity Make something for which There's no end in sight.
SaigyōTightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.
SaigyōNow seen...now gone, The butterfly flits in and out Through fence-hung flowers; But a life lived so close to them I envy...though it's here and gone.
SaigyōThis place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.
Saigyō