Sitting alone in my empty room
My mind restless and downcast
I saddle my horse and ride far, far away
Climb to a height
And gaze out over the distant scene
A whirlwind springs up, shaking the earth
In no time at all, the sun sinks in the west
Broad rivers churn with foaming waves
Fields stretch endlessly past the horizon
Black monkeys call to their companions
With melancholy cries
   geese wing their way south
A hundred cares line my brow
Ten thousand troubles rend my heart
I want to return
   but I've lost the way
Here it is, the end of another year
What am I to do?
	- Ryokan