A mountain grove, leafless
Cloudless skies, windstill
Dawn colors pinch the frost; chill moonlight overflows;
All heaven and earth should be the name-board
“Palace of Broad Cold.”
Winter Moon (2)
Opening the window at midnight, the night air cold,
Garden and roof a gleaming white,
I go to the verandah, stretch out my hand to scoop up
Didn’t I know that moonlight won’t make a ball?
Koken Shiren (1278 – 1347), Japanese Zen patriarch and celebrated poet in Chinese.