Matsuo Bashō

I hope to have gathered
To repay your kindness
The willow leaves
Scattered in the garden.

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps fo the men of old; seek what they sought

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of great people; seek what they sought.

I do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the men of old; I seek the things they sought.

Seek not to follow in the footsteps of the wise;
rather seek what they sought.

Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.

When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.

The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Just washed, How chill The white leeks!