Ryokan

In the scenery of spring, of themselves, some short, some long.

— Ryokan

In this dream world As much as you wish

— Ryokan

You must rise above Ever see the brightness?

— Ryokan

The thief left it behind: at my window.

— Ryokan

Late at night, listening to the winter rain Was it only a dream? Was I really young once?

— Ryokan

Cling to truth and it turns into falsehood. Understand falsehood and it turns into truth. Truth and falsehood are two sides of the same coin. Neither accept one nor reject the other.

— Ryokan

Easily moved by beauty—such is my nature. and they just turn into poems

— Ryokan

Who says my poems are poems? Then we can speak of poetry.

— Ryokan

It's a pity, a gentleman in refined retirement composing poetry: What's the use of churning out so many words?

— Ryokan

The winds gives me To make a fire

— Ryokan

This world Unreal

— Ryokan

The water of the valley stream Shows how it is done.

— Ryokan

I have nothing to report, my friends. Stop chasing after so many things.

— Ryokan

Why do you so earnestly seek the truth in distant places? Look for delusion and truth in the bottom of your own hearts.

— Ryokan

The village has disappeared in the evening mist I return to my lonely hut.

— Ryokan

The rain has stopped, the clouds have drifted away, and the weather is clear again. Then the moon and flowers will guide you along the Way.

— Ryokan

Why do you so earnestly seek

— Ryokan

Too lazy to be ambitious,

— Ryokan