Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.