Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes.

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains..

Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?.

Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow.

Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say..

Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas..

Take a nap Making the mountain water Pound the rice..

Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love.

Even with insects - some can sing, some can't..

before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends.

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel..

To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy spring. No sooner do the….

On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting.

Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part..

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger..

Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together.

Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop.

Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually..

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!.

In this world we walk on the roof of hell gazing at flowers.