Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.