None is travellingHere along this way but I,This autumn evening.The first day of the year:thoughts come - and there is loneliness;the autumn dusk is here.An old pondA frog jumps in -Splash!Old dark sleepy pool . . .quick unexpectedfrogGoes plop! Watersplash!Lightening -Heron's cryStabs the darknessClouds come from time to time -and bring to men a chance to restfrom looking at the moon.In the cicada's cryThere's no sign that can foretellHow soon it must die.Poverty's child -he starts to grind the rice,and gazes at the moon.Won't you come and seeloneliness? Just one leaffrom the kiri tree.Temple bells die out.The fragrant blossoms remain.A perfect evening!Ballet in the air ...

twin butterfliesuntil, twice whiteThey meet, they mateBlack cloudbank brokenscatters in thenight ... Now seeMoon-lighted mountains!Seek on high bare trailssky-reflectingviolets...Mountain-top jewelsFor a lovely bowllet us arrange theseflowers...Since there is no riceNow that eyes of hawksin dusky nightare darkened . . .Chirping of the quailsApril's air stirs inwillow-leaves . . .a butterflyFloats and balancesIn the sea-surf edgemingling withbright small shells ..Bush-clover petalsThe riverGathering may rainsfrom cold streamletsfor the sea . . .

Murmuring MogamiWhite cloud of mistabove whitecherry-blossoms . . .Dawn-shining mountainsTwilight whippoorwill . . .whistle on,sweet deepenerOf dark lonelinessMountain-rose petalsfalling, falling,falling now . . .Waterfall musicAh me! I am onewho spends his littlebreakfastMorning-glory gazing