Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto