Since Yoshitada was fond of writing haikai, Basho began writing poetry under the name Sobo. In dreams I run wildly Over a withered moor. At the time of his death, Basho had more than 2000 students. 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 give 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.