Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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.