Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near.
In lantern-light My yellow Chrysanthemums Lost all their color
In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.
I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.
The sea at springtime.All day it rises and falls,yes, rises and falls.
White dew- one drop on each thorn