clearness

There’s no moon—
last night, I came here
driving a horse.

Ranran

lightness

Under the tree
the soup and the fish salad,
or cherry blossoms?

Matsuo Bashō

autumn moonlight

As if blossoms have
fallen from the harvest moon—
the cotton field.

Matsuo Bashō

the style of the unchanging

The harvest moon
and the fog at the mountain foot—
mists over the field.

Matsuo Bashō

the fundamental principle

It doesn’t look like
they will die in a short time —
the sounds of cicadas.

Matsuo Bashō

brief dream

Let me stay for now
where there is a pasania tree —
the summer grove.

Matsuo Bashō

perfect beauty and happiness

Quietly, the water flows in its vastness.
Drifting, my cypress boat now floats, now loafs.
The faint sound of my whistling is carried away by the clean breeze;
I bend to the oars, and the boat rocks.
Putting down the oars and picking up the fishing rod —
I’d end my year in carefree wandering.

Ji Kang

xiaoyao

Having exterminated cleverness and discarded learning,
my mind wanders in the deep and the tranquil:
Not regretting if I committed an error,
nor making a show when meeting with success.
Fishing in a deep valley,
I enjoy my own world.
With my hair down, I stroll and sing,
and harmonious air suffuses all around me.
O! Sing and celebrate —
my mind wanders in the deep and tranquil.

Ji Kang

quietness

How solitary it is!
Hanging on a nail —
a cricket.

Matsuo Bashō

useless dreams

A good poet is someone who can make a verse interesting.
A master is someone whose verse does not sound interesting
but has a flavor deep inside.
A still higher stage is when a poet has reached the utmost of the art
and his poem presents
neither color nor fragrance.
Only at that stage one can be accredited
as having obtained
the quintessence of haikai.

Uejima Onitsura