1
Heat in the environment.
The hoe is hot.
I hear the singing, fresh,
of the cuckoo.
The bells of the place
follow the rhythm
of the sleepy prayers of the temple.
2
White is my boat,
like the lilies of the field.
With my beloved
I furrow the lake of the high mountain.
The peonies tremble.
A snake crawls
between the violets.
3
Crack the branches of the trees,
some will die.
The cicadas have surrounded the house.
For them, it doesn't take any effort
to destroy the tender leaves.
4
Dance beauty,
red, yellow,
around the Buddha.
The frogs jump
on leaf litter.
Whirlwinds of leaves.
5
The night,
wet with dew,
looks sad.
The leaves travel
the width world.
Water of the pond
is cold.
Slow, the snail
stretch your head.
6
Scared,
it moves away
the elk of the stream.
The hills undulate
before the rumor of the feast.
The crickets are silent.
The moon has a carmine tinge
about the mallow flowers.
The night resounds
between the stones.
7
It swings
the bamboo tree
like my heart in autumn.
I climb the blind
and I see that the wind, still,
is serene.
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