Twice I have visited Arashiyama,
Pine-bordered cliffs, scattered cherry trees.
A high peak towers above the cliffs.
Among the rocks flows a stream
Clear as a mirror.
In the drizzle a mist envelops.
A ray of sunshine pierces the clouds
All the more dazzling.
The deeper the quest for truth,
The more it seems obscured.
Thus to glimpse the light
Heightens its beauty.
