Crazy Monk

Torn and tattered, torn and tattered,
Torn and tattered is this life.
Food? I collect it from the roadside.
The shrubs and bushes have long overrun my hut.
Often the moon and I sit together all night,
And more than once I lost myself among wildflowers,
........forgetting to return home.
No wonder I finally left the community life:
How could such a crazy monk live in a temple?

---Ryokan---