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.
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.
In this world
we walk on the roof of hell
gazing at flowers
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends
Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow
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.
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.
There is no stranger under the cherry tree.
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
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