Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
Learn the rules, and then forget them.