There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
MATSUO BASHOThere is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
MATSUO BASHOWithout bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
MATSUO BASHOFarewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
MATSUO BASHOYear’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
MATSUO BASHOHow much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
MATSUO BASHOThe temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
MATSUO BASHONo matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
MATSUO BASHOWinter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
MATSUO BASHOAt the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
MATSUO BASHOFrom all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
MATSUO BASHODon’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
MATSUO BASHOAll my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
MATSUO BASHONot to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
MATSUO BASHOTraveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
MATSUO BASHOFrom the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
MATSUO BASHOCalm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
MATSUO BASHO