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

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!

Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop

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

before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow

Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.

Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes