light of the moon
creep eastward
Yosa Buson
Before the white chrysanthemum
a moment.Translated by Robert Hass
ِA mosquite buzzes
a mosquite buzzesevery time flowersof honeysuckle fall
The winter river;
flowers offered to Buddha.
Lighting one candle
spring evening.Translated by Robert Hass
tilling the field:
has disappeared
Sparrow singing–
open.Translated by Robert Hass
Early summer rain–
two of them.Translated by Robert Hass
They end their flight
crows at dusk.Translated by Robert Hass
His Holiness the Abbot
in the withered fields.Translated by Robert Hass