Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.