White dew- one drop on each thorn

- Yosa Buson

Calligraphy of geese against the sky- the moon seals it.

- Yosa Buson

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

- Yosa Buson

Lighting one candle from another - Winter night

- Yosa Buson

Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.

- Yosa Buson

In the water bucket a melon and an eggplant nodding to each other

- Yosa Buson

Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.

- Yosa Buson

In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.

- Yosa Buson

I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.

- Yosa Buson