a grass hut
the setting sun gives me
chrysanthemum wine

– Matsuo Bashō

dozing on horseback
half-dreaming the faraway moon
was smoke for morning tea

– Matsuo Bashō

passing through autumn
a butterfly seems to lick
chrysanthemum dew

– Matsuo Bashō

during the night
the bamboo freezes
a morning of frost

– Matsuo Bashō

missing the hot springs
how often looking back
at their mist

– Matsuo Bashō

if taken in my hand
it would vanish in hot tears
autumn frost

– Matsuo Bashō

that moon
reminds me of the day he performed
without a mask

– Matsuo Bashō

in summer rain
the leg of the crane
becomes shorter

– Matsuo Bashō

summer rain
the grebe’s floating nest
tempts me to see it

– Matsuo Bashō

the face of a flower
is it feeling shy
the hazy moon

– Matsuo Bashō

making the coolness
my own dwelling place
here I sit

– Matsuo Bashō

rippling waves
the fragrance of wind
in their rhythm

– Matsuo Bashō

summer rain
the grebe’s floating nest
tempts me to see it

– Matsuo Bashō

surely it is spring
in the nameless mountains
a thin haze

– Matsuo Bashō

the old woman
a cherry tree blooming in old age
is something to remember

– Matsuo Bashō

year after year
the cherry tree nourished by
fallen blossoms

– Matsuo Bashō

even a horse
is something to see
on a snowy morning

– Matsuo Bashō

village kids
don’t break all the plum branches
for cattle whips

– Matsuo Bashō

flowers in full bloom
in high spirits the priest
and the fickle wife

– Matsuo Bashō