In this world

we walk on the roof of hell,

gazing at flowers.

The moon and the flowers,

forty-nine years,

walking around, wasting time.

Full moon:

my ramshackle hut

is what it is.

I’m going out,

flies, so relax,

make love.

Don’t worry, spiders,

I keep house

casually.

We humans–

squirming around

among the blossoming flowers.

The world of dew

is the world of dew,

And yet, and yet–

Kobayashi Issa (1763 – 1827 / Japan)