Since water still flows, though we cut it with swords,
And sorrow returns, though we drown it with wine,
Since the world can in no way satisfy our cravings,
Let us loosen our hair tomorrow and go fishing.
– Li Po
by a rocky shore,
winds blowing wildly,
in a boat unmoored–
such is our condition.
– Saigyo, 1118 – 1190