In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow