Rather than recallin these flowersthe fragrance of the past,I would like to hear this nightingale's voice,to know if his song is as sweet. — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
Although I try / to hold the single thought / of Buddha's teaching in my heart, / I cannot help but hear / the… — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
Watching the moon at midnight, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out. — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
In love longing I listen to the monk's bell. I will never forget you even for an interval short as those between the bell… — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
“Rather than recall in these flowers the fragrance of the past, I would like to hear this nightingale's voice, to know if his song… — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
Rather than recallin these flowersthe fragrance of the past,I would like to hear this nightingale's voice,to know if his song is as sweet. — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers. — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched. — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
The one close to me now; even my own body--these too will soon become clouds, floating in different directions. — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
“Watching the moon at dawn, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.” — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
In this world love has no color yet how deeply my body is stained by yours. — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
“Even if I now saw you only once, I would long for you through worlds, worlds.” — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
