The rich eat meat, the strong have vegetable roots, but I am poor:
This snowy morning, alone, I've managed to chew some dried salmon

Stopping by Saigyo's willow:
One paddy planted, I walk away from the willow

Sentiment on a winter night at Fukagawa:
Sound of paddles slapping the waves, my bowels freeze tonight, and the tears

Sentiment on a journey:
This autumn, why do I get old? In clouds a bird

Spending a day by the sea till dark:
The sea darkens, and the voices of ducks faintly white

Made on horseback:
The roadside marsh mallow has been eaten by my horse

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

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