Matsuo Basho

First snowfalling    on the half-finished bridge

Midfield,attached to nothing,    the skylark singing
Translated by Robert Hass

scent of plum blossomson the misty mountain patha big rising sun

Fleas, lice,a horse peeing    near my pillow
Translated by Robert Hass

Winter solitude—in a world of one color    the sound of wind
Translated by Robert Hass

First day of spring—I keep thinking about    the end of autumn
Translated by Robert Hass

The squid seller's callmingles with the voice    of the cuckoo

Spring:
A hill without a
Veiled in morning mist
The beginning of autumn:

Coolness of the melonsflecked with mud    in the morning dew
Translated by Robert Hass

First winter rain—even the monkey    seems to want a raincoat
Translated by Robert Hass

What fish feel,birds feel,
I don't know—    the year ending
Translated by Robert Hass

Kori nigaku enso ga nodo o uruoseri Bitter–tasting ice —Just enough to wet the
Of a sewer rat
Translation by
Prof