If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.