Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--