The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores