Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Just washed, How chill The white leeks!

Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.