I have taken some of Koji Ooka's haiku from here and translated them.

しばのとを

たたきつづけて

われとなる

keep knocking

on the brushwood door

until I become myself

いちじくの

葉に照らさるる

男かな

a man―

in the light

of a fig leaf

Although sometimes it is rigid and difficult, I like the mythic and religious mood in his haiku. Hope you like it!