Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow
Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes
Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.