Messages from a Japanese Zen Monk (2) March 27, 2009

I found other four Ryokan’s beautiful poems.

 

      

In the empty doorway many petals are scattered;

As they fall they blend with the song of the birds.

Slowly, the bright spring sun appears in the window

And a thin line of smoke drifts from the incense burner

 

     

Today’s begging is finished;

at the crossroads I wonder by the side of Hachiman Shrine 

Talking with some children.

Last year, a foolish monk;

This year, no change!

   

    

 Standing alone beneath a solitary pine;

Quickly the time passes.

Overhead the endless sky-

Who can I call to join me on this pass?

    

    

Spring – late at night

I go for a walk.

A trace of snow lingers on the pines and cedars.

The bright moon hangs over the mountains.

I think of you, many rivers and mountains away;

Countless thoughts, but the brush does not move 

 

 

translated by John Stevens (2006). One Robe, One Bowl: The Zen Poetry of Ryokan . Weatherhill