Author of quotes: Minamoto Sanetomo

O my heart,
What do we have to do?
Mountain roses
Already, withering, faded, faded,
And a storm rises.

Your dead mother.

Migratory geese scream.

Parents to their children.

What a sad thought!
Take a look at what it's turned into.
Even he, that wild goose,
Flying in the middle of the clouds,
At the very edge of the firmament.

Unexpected news,
But is it any wonder?
And yet...
What a fleeting dream -
Our earthly life.

Ah, if the world didn't know about death.
And there was no age of man ruthlessly short,
Oh, if only I lived forever!
So good to watch,
How fishermen pull the ropes of distant boats!

Where the gods live?
Home to Buddha?
Look for them
Only in the depths of the heart
Any mortal men.

Like in crimson paint
Dipped a thousand times -
So thickly painted sky
When the teeth of distant mountains
Descending evening sun.

I climbed the hill,
Full of sadness, and what:
There is a rose in bloom.