To a leg of a heron
Adding a long shank
Of a pheasant.

The wind from Mt. Fuji
I put it on the fan
Here, the souvenir from Edo

Sleep on horseback,
The far moon in a continuing dream,
Steam of roasting tea

Spring departs
Birds Cry
Fishes' eyes are filled with tears

Summer zashiki
Make move and enter
The mountain and the garden

What luck!
The southern valley
Make snow fragrant.

An autumn wind
More white
Than the rocks in the rocky mountain.

From all directions
Winds bring petals of cherry
Into the grebe lake.

Even a wild boar
With all other things
Blew in this storm.

The crescent lights
The misty ground.
Buckwheat flowers.

Bush clover in blossom waves
Without spilling
A drop of dew.

Waterjar cracks:
I lie awake
This icy night.

Now the swinging bridge
Is quieted with creepers
Like our tendrilled life.

How reluctantly
the bee emerges
From the peony

Autumn winds-
Look! The chestnut
Never more green

Mountain path
Sun rising
Through the plum scent

Bushes by the roadway
When you look closer
blossoming flowers

skylark sings all day
and day
not long enough

Bright moon - I
stroll around the pond
Hey! dawn has come.

In the midst of the plain
Sings the skylark
Free of all things

On the back of the mirror
A spring unseen
A flowering plum tree

Waking in the night
the lamp is low
the oil freezing

It has rained enough
To turn the stubble in the field
black

Winter rain
falls on the cow-shed:
a cock crows

The leeks
newly washed white:
how cold it is!

Ill on a journey
my dreams wander
over a Withered moor

On a bare branch
crow settles.
autumn dusk.

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