Saigyo

Winds Of Autumn

Thought I Was Free

Not Stopping To Mark The Trail

The Monk Saigyo

How Wonderful

Having Seen Them Long

Limitations Gone

In A Mountain Village

He Made No Promise

As Banked Clouds

Now I Understand!

Why Should I Be Bitter

There’s Not A Trace Of Cloud

Having Drifted Apart

Sunk In Melancholy

The Monk Saigyo

Unbroken Gloom.

O, How Sad

Well Do I Know Myself