[Japanese haiku poets found something morose in the sound, an omen of the cicada's short adult life.] In the cicada's cry, ... no sign can foretell how soon it must die. |
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the men of old; seek what they sought. |
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought. |
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. |
Sabi is the color of haikai. It is different from tranquility. For example, if an old man dresses up in armor and helmet and goes to the battlefield, or in colorful brocade kimono, attending (his lord) at a banquet, [sabi] is like this old figure. |
Seek not to follow in the footsteps of men of old; seek what they sought. |
The moon is brighter since the barn burned |
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. |
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. |
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the moon. |