All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate