Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.

Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.

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

In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.

All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.