Sankashū I: 72

花ちらで月はくもらぬよなりせば物をおもはぬわが身ならまし

hana chirade
tsuki wa kumoranu
yo nariseba
mono o omowanu
wagami naramashi

If the blossom scattered not, and
The moon was never clouded,
Should such a world there be, then
No gloomy thoughts
Would ever fill me!

Waka Poetry