When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.
...
Staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping--
bush clover and the moon.
...
This old village--
not a single house
without persimmon trees.
...
Winter downpour -
even the monkey
needs a raincoat.
...
None is travelling
Here along this way but I,
This autumn evening.
...
scent of plum blossoms
on the misty mountain path
a big rising sun
...
But for a woodpecker
tapping at a post, no sound
at all in the house
...
I like to wash,
the dust of this world
In the droplets of dew.
...