What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms
Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
Never forget:
we walk on hell,
gazing at flowers.
Here
I'm here-
the snow falling.
O snail
Climb Mount Fuji
But slowly, slowly!
In the cherry blossom's shade
there's no such thing
as a stranger.
Where there are humans,
You'll find flies,
And Buddhas.
Don't weep, insects --
Lovers, stars themselves,
Must part.
Even in warmest
glow
how cold my shadow
Reflected
in the dragonfly's eye --
mountains