Whatever it is, / I cannot understand it, / although gratitude / stubbornly overcomes me / until I'm reduced to tears.
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.
SaigyōLimitations gone: Since my mind fixed on the moon, Clarity and serenity Make something for which There's no end in sight.
SaigyōI'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.
Saigyō