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White fish clustering in seaweed, if caught, will surely melt

Through the long day the skylarks have not sung enough

This white chrysanthemum doesn't have a speck of dust that hits the eye

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

This road: no one taking it as autumn ends

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

A scudding cloud: a trotting dog's pisses, these showers!