All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.