Water-drawing rites,
Icy sound of monks' getas
Echo long and cold.
— Matsuo Basho

An autumn eve -
An hour of leisure
In a fleeting life.
— Yosa Buson

A sorrow —
Curving a fishing line
The autumn wind
— Yosa Buson

Spring passes —
Birds sing
Tears in the eyes of fishes
— Matsuo Basho

A solitary
Crow on a bare branch -
Autumn evening
— Matsuo Basho

Pressed by loneliness
The kabiya keeper
Sounded one gong after another
— Hara Sekitei

Look this way —
I, too, am lonely
Autumn dusk
— Matsuo Basho

Sleeping side by side
A tiny butterfly, a cat
And a buddhist priest
— Kobayashi Issa

Let yourself be silently drawn
by the strange pull of what you really love
It will not lead you astray.
— Jalal ad-din ar-Rumi