(literal translation - the original is an octave with rhyme scheme ABABAB CC)
The air turned clean and glassy,
heavy grey silt settled to the bottom.
The empty cup froze, gone mute,
the chaotic hum of movement stopped.
Only the drop's sound from the branches becomes the single one,
in this small drop the whole riot fell quiet.
Light lies upon the stone wall through the window,
its presence - all that we are given.
(verse rendering - rhyme and form preserved, some liberties taken)
The air turned clean and glassy, still and clear,
while heavy grey silt settled to the floor.
Empty, the cup froze mute; no sound came near,
the hum of movement's chaos is no more.
One drop falls from the branch - and all we hear
is hushed in this small drop: the whole uproar.
Light through the window lies upon the stone;
its presence - all we're given. That alone.