目には富士。
胸中揺れて、風に踊る柳が如く。
その衝動、託すは指先つらつらと。

素描で済ますには惜しく、
さりとて描き上げるには時足らず。

あぁ愛し美しこの旅よ。
それゆえ癇を立てるべきか。
はたまた素直に喜ぶべきか。

これはこれは、狂おしいほど、悩ましい。

I can see Mt. Fuji off in the distance. My heart flutters like a willow dancing in the wind, my fingers impulsively tracing its contours.

Merely sketching it would be a waste, but I simply don't have time to render it in the detail it deserves.

Ahh, what a beautiful journey. Should I be angry that I can never capture such beauty, or simply glad for the chance to witness it?

I fear this dilemma may drive me crazy.