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Spring rain
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasps' nest.
Fallen sick on a journey,
In dreams I run wildly
Over a withered moor.
Clouds appear
and bring to men a chance to
rest
from looking at the moon.
Harvest moon:
around the pond I wander
and the night is gone.
Poverty's child -
he starts to grind the rice,
and gazes at the moon.
No blossoms and no moon,
and he is drinking sake
all alone!
Pressing Sushi;
After a while,
A lonely feeling
A whale!
Down it goes, and more and more
up goes its tail!
Covered with the flowers,
Instantly I'd like to die
In this dream of ours!
In my old home
which I forsook, the cherries
are in bloom.
A giant firefly:
that way, this way, that way,
this -and it passes by.
Right at my feet -
and when did you get here,
snail?
My grumbling wife -
if only she were here!
This moon tonight...
A lovely thing to see:
through the paper window's hole,
the Galaxy.