What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.

Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.

In the cherry blossom's shadethere's no such thingas a stranger.

On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

Summer night--even the starsare whispering to each other.

HereI'm here-the snow falling.

before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow

This dewdrop world Is but a dewdrop worldAnd yet —

Hi! My little hutIs newly-thatched I see...Blue morning-glories

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees...Strangers are like friends

O snailClimb Mount FujiBut slowly, slowly!

Where there are humans, You'll find flies,And Buddhas.

Arise from sleep, old cat,And with great yawns and stretchings...Amble out for love

Don't kill!...The fly is asking youTo save his lifeBy rubbing his hands together