Now 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.
SaigyōEvery single thing changes and is changing always in this world. Yet with the same light the moon goes on shining.
SaigyōWhatever it is, / I cannot understand it, / although gratitude / stubbornly overcomes me / until I'm reduced to tears.
Saigyō