Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.