in my garden I pick a musk melon feeling like a thief

In the water bucket a melon and an eggplant nodding to each other

The sea at springtime.All day it rises and falls,yes, rises and falls.

White dew- one drop on each thorn

Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.

Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near.

I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.