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

Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.

Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.