Haiku
In the bitter radish that
  bites into me, I feel the
  autumn wind
      BASHO

A few stars are now to be seen, –
  and frogs are croaking
      YAYU

Plum-blossoms here and there,
  It is good to go north,
  Good to go south.
      BUSON

Rape-flowers;
  Not visiting the priest,
  but passing by.
      BUSON

Sharpening the sickle, the
  goose-foot looks as if grieving.
      MEISETSU

Morning cold; the voices of
  travellers leaving the inn.
      TAIGI

These flowers of the plum –
  How red, how red they are,
  How red, indeed!
      IZEN

Along the seashore fall the
  waves, fall and hiss,
  fall and hiss.
      IZEN

Through the cedars whew, whew, whew
  whistles the breeze.
      IZEN

The bright autumn moon:
  Sea-lice running over the stones.
      TORIN

In the spring breeze the snowy heron
  flies white among the pine trees.
      RAIZAN

Baby mice in their nest squeak
  in response to the young sparrows.
      BASHO

Summer grasses; along the path
  to the mountain temple,
  stone images of Buddha.
      GOJO

A mountain temple;
  clear water running under the verandah,
  moss at the sides.
      KITO

The waterfall thunders down
  into the rank leaves.
      SHIRO

In the dawn, whales roaring;
  a frosty sea.
      GYODAI

The people next door have stopped
  grinding the mortar:
  cold rain at night.
      YAHA

The sound of the carp,
  the water faintly dark,
  the plum-blossoms white.
      URYU

A spring day;
  they open the folding-doors
  of the great temple.
      GUSAI

Here and there, frogs croaking
  in the night, stars shining.
      KIKAKU

In the winter storm
  the cat keeps on blinking its eyes.
      YASO

With the young trout in the valley
  a leaf of the dwarf bamboo floats away.
      BUSON

A summer shower;
  green pine needles stick in the sand.
      SHIKI

The old pond;
  A frog jumps in,
  The sound of the water.
      BASHO

Summer in the world;
  floating on the waves of the lake.
      BASHO

Just simply alive, both of us,
  I and the poppy.
      ISSA

Mushroom hunting;
  raising my head,
  the moon over the peak.
      BUSON

The moon about to appear,
  all present tonight
  with their hands on their knees.
      BASHO

I go; thou stayest;
  two autumns.
      BUSON

The mountain guide 
  simply takes no notice
  of the cherry blossoms.
      BUSON

Do the tea-pickers also,
  hidden in the bushes,
  hear the hototogishu?
      BASHO

The puppy that knows not
  that autumn has come
  is a Buddha
      ISSA