On A Bare Branch A Crow Is

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

From The Pine Tree, Learn Of The Pine Tree; And From The Bamboo, Of The Bamboo