Just washed, How chill The white leeks!
Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.
O cricket from your cherry cry
No one would ever guess
How quickly you must die.
Year's end, all
corners of this
floating world, swept.
For a lovely bowl Let us arrange these flowers... For there is no rice
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
Year's end still in straw hat and sandals
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
Friends part foreverwild geese lost in cloud
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water
Old pond, leap-splash - a frog.
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends