Pausing between cloudsthe moon restsin the eyes of its beholders

静けさや岩に染み入る蝉の声The deep StillnessSeeping into the rocksThe voice of the Cicadas

It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon.

The River Mogami has drownedFar and deepBeneath its surging wavesThe flaming sun of summer

A bush-warbler,Coming to the verandah-edge,Left its droppingsOn the rice-cakes.

Moon woke me upnine times—still just 4 a.m.

If you're an oakyou don't pretendyou are a flower

Lightningdoesn't leave you enlightened—good to know that

Everyone in this househas gray hair, walks with a cane,visits the graveyard