Basho, Matsuo (1644-1694).
An old pond!
A frog jumps in-
The sound of water.
In the cicada's cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die.
No one travels
Along this way but I,
This autumn evening.
Clouds appear
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.
Harvest moon:
around the pond I wander
and the night is gone.
Poverty's child -
he starts to grind the rice,
and gazes at the moon.
No blossoms and no moon,
and he is drinking sake
all alone!
Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!
Buson, Yosa (1716-84).
Pressing Sushi;
After a while,
A lonely feeling
A whale!
Down it goes, and more and more
up goes its tail!
Hashin
No sky
no earth - but still
snowflakes fall
Issa (1762-1826).
In my old home
which I forsook, the cherries
are in bloom.
A giant firefly:
that way, this way, that way, this -
and it passes by.
Right at my feet -
and when did you get here,
snail?
A lovely thing to see:
through the paper window's hole,
the Galaxy.
A man, just one -
also a fly, just one -
in the huge drawing room.
Kato, Shuson
I kill an ant
and realize my three children
have been watching.
Kójó
Night, and the moon!
My neighbor, playing on his flute -
out of tune!
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