No pateixis, aranyes.
Netejo la casa.
casualment.
– Kobayashi Issa
傘も化けて目のある月夜哉
karakasa mo bakete me no aru tsukiyo kana // Paper umbrella / with holes poking through allows / moonlight to shine down. ~Yosa Buson
winter drizzle / at the temple I borrow an old umbrella / looking like a ghost. ~Yosa Buson.
古池や蛙飛びこむ水の音 Old pond / Frog jumps in / Sound of water. ~Matsuo Basho.
正月が二日有ても皺手哉 First Month, second day / my wrinkled / hands. ~Kobayashi Issa.
What fish feel, / birds feel, I don't know / the year ending. ~Matsuo Basho.