In marble halls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal-clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
An egg

Have a look, I nourish the phoenix mind.
Swallows, sparrows, pigeons, and crows are just wild fowl.
Linji planted pine, Ikkyu plants bamboo;
of the monastery's pleasant ambience, later people will sing.

In late sun, the beauty of river and hill;
on spring wind, fragrance of grass and flower;
where mud is soft the swallows fly;
where sands are warm the mandarin ducks doze.

In former years I passed this city
and met an old man from Chiang-nan.
His body was aged, his mind, sad, but at peace:
I wonder if he is still here?

Crazy madman stirring up a crazy style,
coming and going amid brothels and wineshops.
Which of you patch-cloth monks can trip me up?
I mark out the south, I mark out the north, the west, and east.

In crystal towers and turrets richly set
With glittering gems that shine against the sun,
In regal rooms of jasper and of jet,
Content of mind not always likes to wone;
But oftentimes it pleaseth her to stay
In simple cotes closed in with walls of clay.

In August, when the days are hot,
I like to find a shady spot,
And hardly move a single bit--
And sit--
And sit--
And sit--

Alas! the sweet spring night has gone
While we the cherry-flowers viewed.

The immortals come and assemble
in the Palace of Flowers and Pearls;
blossoms fill the jeweled mountains,
kingfishers fill the air!
Jade pendants, coral ornaments
amidst five-colored clouds;
and halfway to heaven, cranes and phoenix
dance in springtime winds.

Scarlet
— — Is its head.