I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.
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.
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
Learn the rules, and then forget them.