春風の
花を散らすと
見る夢は
さめても胸の
騒ぐなりけり
-- 西行
the Spring wind
scattering blossoms
I saw it in a dream
but when I awoke the sound
was still rustling in my breast
-- Saigyō, translator unknown
ねがはくは
花の下にて
春死なむ
そのきさらぎの
もち月のころ
-- 西行
Let me die in spring
under the blossoming trees,
let it be around
that full moon
of Kisaragi month
-- Saigyō, translator Burton Watson
Welcome to my salon pour une. Enjoy the cherry blossoms.
I just haven’t been myself lately. I’m not sure of the reason. Perhaps the one that I think of is only a way for my subconscious to protect me from the full blast of the truth.
Tooku kara dakishimete
Dare ni mo misenai kiyowa na watashi wo
Itsumademo suki da kara
Anata no sei naraba
Setsunakute setsunakute ii