At the time of his death, Basho had more than 2000 students. The sound of water. Enough to bend the leaves Of the jonquil low. In the cicada's cry No sign can foretell How soon it must die. In all the rains of May there is one thing not hidden - the bridge at Seta Bay.
Clouds appear and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon.
Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon. Just one leaf from the kiri tree. Temple bells die out. The fragrant blossoms remain. At the over-matured sushi, The Master Is full of regret.