Bashō, the hokku poet

Bashō, the hokku poet of Japan,
Wandered alone like a ragged cloud.
He drifted aimlessly from place to place,
Like a nameless riverlet of the Autumn field.
Three centuries after his living days,
His admirers and followers commemorate him,
On this shore of the Pacific Ocean.
Even though eighty-four thousand poems
Were written in different languages,
They cannot delineate the loneliness of pattering rain
On an evening in Southern California.

                                                Nyogen Senzaki
                                                Commemoration of Bash
                                                November 3, 1938
                                                Zen Temple, 727 1/1 E. First Street
                                                                       Los Angeles

From Eloquent Silence: Nyogen Senzaki's Gateless Gate and Other Previously Unpublished Teachings and Letters, Somerville, Massachusetts: Wisdom Publications, 2008, page 327, shown below, with the author
s calligraphy.