The world of dew is, yes,a world of dew,but even so
Not knowingit's a tub they're inthe fish cooling at the gate
Translated by Robert Hass
Translated by Robert Hass
Face of the spring moon—about twelve years old,
I'd say
I'd say
In these latter-day,
Degenerate times, Cherry-blossoms everywhere
Degenerate times, Cherry-blossoms everywhere
It once happenedthat a child was spared punishmentthrough earnest solicitation
No doubt about it,the mountain cuckoois a crybaby
Translated by Robert Hass
Translated by Robert Hass
In the thicket's shadea woman by herselfsinging the rice-planting song
