Since an empty kago can be carried upon the back of one man.
Therefore the other has nothing to do
But gaze at the white circle
Drawn about the flying moon.
The thing that I am seeking
I know I shall not find.
A wistful voice is crying
This sorrow in my mind.
I know I shall not find it
However far I go,
But I shall always seek it;
My heart has told me so.
Though I must always wander
I do not find it sweet :
There is no journey's ending
To draw my restless feet;
There is no distant vision
To help me on my way ;
I know my quest is hopeless
But yet I may not stay.