Zen Master Dogen, Verses from the Mountain of Eternal Peace,

The unspoiled colors of a late summer night,
The wind howling through the lofty pines --
The feel of the autumn approaching;
The swaying bamboos keep resonating,
And shedding tears of dew at dawn;
Only those who exert themselves fully
Will attain the Way,
But even if you abandon all for the ancient path of meditation,
You can never forget the meaning of sadness.