Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes