The cherries' only fault: the crowds that gather when they bloom

I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.

The cherries' only fault: the crowds that gather when they bloom

Every single thing changes and is changing always in this world. Yet with the same light the moon goes on shining.

Whatever it is, / I cannot understand it, / although gratitude / stubbornly overcomes me / until I'm reduced to tears.

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.

Tightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.