Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together