April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice