Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.

Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop

Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.