静岡市の文化財

At Seikenji in Japan, waves lap before the temple gates, which face the ocean. The priests refuse worldly distractions and, as if in a state where their souls are at peace, look just like the white clouds lifting from the world; birds passing by the tall tower provide a majestic natural scene. The landscape of Seikenji could be depicted in a painting as resembling Naksansa [a temple in Joseon], and past envoys have composed this often in their poems. I wish to reference not only the natural landscape, but everything in the world of man. Though I confide the scene before me to paintings and writings, how can I ever convey the sounds that echo in my ears?