In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!
Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
In this world
we walk on the roof of hell
gazing at flowers
Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow
Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
Take a nap
Making the mountain water
Pound the rice.
There is no stranger under the cherry tree.
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
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