Top 31 Quotes & Sayings by Kobayashi Issa

Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually.

Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?

Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love

In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.

before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!

Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes

Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.

On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--

In this world we walk on the roof of hell gazing at flowers

To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy spring. No sooner do they see the light of the world, stretching their longing heads out from the cracks in the snow, than they are instantly nipped off. For these plants isn't the sorrow as deep as that of the child's parents whose child had accidentally died? They say everything in the plant and tree kingdom attains Buddhahood. Then they, too, must have Buddha-nature.

Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.

Take a nap Making the mountain water Pound the rice.

Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.

Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.

Dry creek glimpsed by lightning

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together

Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow

All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.