I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.
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.
SaigyōWhatever it is, / I cannot understand it, / although gratitude / stubbornly overcomes me / until I'm reduced to tears.
Saigyō