Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.