Down by the Paulownias,
August 6 or thereabouts,
Autumn first arrives.
The Japanese poet takes up his post.
People come and laugh-
It's still as hot as toast.
Spring arrives on February 4.
The Bunraku's where people laugh.
'Cough! Cough! Cough! ' goes puppeteer,
'Ah! Ah! Ah! ' goes crowd,
'The first three flowers of Spring, we hear! '
Each day, night begins
At the edge of my largest
White chrysanthemum,
And each night, day, at the edge
Of my largest black.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful haiku in the middle People always laugh at what htey don't understand Great write.............................: O)