At the first turning of the third stair
Was a slotted window bellied like the figs’s fruit
And beyond the hawthorn blossom and a pasture scene
The broadbacked figure drest in blue and green
Enchanted the maytime with an antique flute.

Nantai-san (男体山) recumbent in pleasure
Caresses the clouds surrounding his summit
Autumn morning's mist enveloping all
Without rising he extends
Perpetually phreatic dissolving differences.