Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.