A monk sips morning tea. It's quiet. The chrysanthemum's flowering.
A field of cotton -- As if the moon Had flowered.
The autumn hills. Here and there Smoke rises.
Coolness of the melons Flecked with mud In the morning dew.
The winds of autumn blow: Yet still green The chestnut husks.
Stillness -- The cicada's cry Drills into the rocks.
Awake at night -- The sound of the water jar Cracking in the cold.