An old grave hidden away at the foot of a deserted hill,Overrun with rank weeds growing unchecked year after year;There is no one left to tend the tomb,And only an…

Down in the villagethe din offlute and drum,here deep in the mountaineverywhere the sound of the pines.

in this dream worldwe dozeand talk of dreams —dream, dream on,as much as you wish

First blooming in the Western Paradise,The lotus has delighted us for ages.Its white petals are covered with dew,its jade green leaves spread out over the pond,And its pure fragrance perfumes…

Deep in the valley, a beauty hides:Serene, peerless, incomparably sweet.In the still shade of the bamboo thicketIt seems to sigh softly for a lover.

at duski often climbto the peak of kugami.deer bellow,their voicessoaked up bypiles of maple leaveslying undisturbed atthe foot of the mountain.

With no mind, flowers lure thebutterfly;With no mind, the butterfly visitsthe blossoms.Yet when flowers bloom, the butterflycomes;When the butterfly comes, theflowers bloom.

I watch people in the worldThrow away their lives lusting after things,Never able to satisfy their desires,Falling into deeper despairAnd torturing themselves.Even if they get what they wantHow long will…

My legacy —What will it be?Flowers in spring,The cuckoo in summer,And the crimson maplesOf autumn…

you must rise abovethe gloomy cloudscovering the mountaintopotherwise, how will youever see the brightness?