The moon glows on the river, wind rustles the pines. Long night clear evening--what are they for?.

In friendship, bond not with a shallow man..

Without a constant livelihood, there will be no constant heart..

Though I cannot flee from the world of corruption, I can prepare tea with water from a mountain stream and put my heart to rest.

Shape I may take, converse I may, but neither god nor Buddha am I, rather an insensate being whose heart thus differs from that of man..