A view of the lake water:
The pines of Karasaki, more blurred than the blossoms

A pea crab crawls up my leg from the clear water

Only butterflies fly in the field in the sun

On the twenty-first of the seventh month of the seventh year of Genroku [1694], at Bokusetsu's hut in Otsu:
Near autumn our hearts are close in this small room

Nijiko:
Fluttering, kerria roses scatter at the sound of a waterfall

Mottoes:
Don't mention others' shortcomings;
Don't dwell on your virtues.
Speak, and your lips feel cold in the autumn wind

The moon as your guide, come in this way to stay, traveler

As evening came, I went to the outer shrine [of Ise]. Under the first torii, it was dusky, and with holy lanterns visible here and there, and unsurpassing pine winds from the peaks almost piercing my body, I was deeply moved:
The month's last day, no moon — a storm hugs the cedars of a thousand years

The Mogami River has poured the hot sun into the sea

Lightning: going in the dark side, a night heron calls