On the impermanence of things.
いつなげきいつおもふべきことなればのちのよしらで人のすむらん
| itsu nageki itsu omoubeki koto nareba nochi no yo shirade hito no sumuran |
When to grieve and When should we feel it For Unknowing of the life to come Do folk live, I feel. |
The Monk Saigyō
西行