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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

Matsuo Basho

Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Flower Moon Nature See Thinking Yourself
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Day Journey Myself Sea Wind
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
MATSUO BASHO

Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
MATSUO BASHO

Empty Intimate Relationship Unique Universe
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
MATSUO BASHO

Air Home Quite Sleep
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHO

Face Flower God Myself See

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

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