Sometimes it comes in the middle of the night
My head on the pillow, half asleep
Kuru mayonaka makura ni atama, nemu-sō omoi
Matsuo Bashō, a short bio
Matsuo Bashō (松尾 芭蕉, 1644 – 1694) arrived, the son of a samurai, several siblings; a student, a teacher, who wandered and wondered, who listened and spoke, then scribbled and wrote, never married, never hurried, now he is gone.
芭蕉のような, Bashō no yōna
Master to the student, “What are your thoughts?”
“I wish to be Basho-like,” said the student.
“Nothing else?” the master asked.