In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?