Basho
On a journey ill:
my dreams goes wondering
over withered fields
Chogo
I long for people
then again I loathe them
end of autum
Choko
This final scene I’ll not see
to the end. . . my dream
is fraying
Fukyu
A bright and pleasant
autum day to make
deaths journey
Gansan
Blow if you will
fall wind. . . the flowers
have all faded