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.
*bemoans the fact that she is sick on her birthday*
On the other hand, I do get to eat green tea ice cream cake.
I was sorting through papers in my room when I stumbled across this poem we looked at briefly in my intro to French lit class, and it seems oddly appropriate for my mood today:
Ce mois de mai tout se resjoie,
Ce me semble, fors moi, lassette!
All things rejoice this month of May
Except, alas, it seems, for me!
(Trans. A. S. Kline)
Happy birthday Cat! I’m sorry to hear you’re sick. I hope next month treats you better. Get well soon!
So I know this is totally late…
But happy belated birthday! I hope you’re feeling better by now. 🙂 It’s not fun to be sick, much less on your birthday.