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 this world
we walk on the roof of hell
gazing at flowers
In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends
Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow
Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?
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.
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow
There is no stranger under the cherry tree.
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.
Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
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