The moon’s reflection
The moon’s reflection In a tavern’s dark window awakens a thirst
The moon’s reflection In a tavern’s dark window awakens a thirst
Wishing to beholdblossoms on the cherry tree.the stars fill my eyes—Bashō
ImmediatelyWhen your lips begin to speakWildflowers blossom—Bashō
Some flower pedalsscattered over ancient gravesblown there by the wind
Trying hard to graspThat everything is fleetingBut it slips away
The moon moves swiftlyas clouds in tumult scattertrees dripping with rain—Bashō
Wishing to beholdblossoms on the cherry tree.the stars fill my eyes—Bashō