静岡市の文化財

Looking at Mount Fuji in the distance, it is trailed by white clouds, and the mood of we who came as envoys is busied, like boats floating down the rapids. When we have fulfilled our national duties for our return trip, let us meet again with our minds at ease. The greenery grows thick in the hills behind, and yet the cries of the cicadas make me think it is autumn. Firelight spills deep into the grove, where there are signs of people moving, and the sound of the bell rings out. Summer flowers grow thick next to the waterfall in the hills behind Seikenji. It is so beautiful, this Zen temple known even in our land.