At the first turning of the second stair
I turned and saw below
The same shape twisted on the banister
Under the vapour in the fetid air
Struggling with the devil of the stairs who wears
The deceitful face of hope and of despair.
Genjiyama (源氏山) lounges behind the Buddha
Where windows open to the Daibutsu's soul
Which seems to be hollow
While within the lush canopy of this steamy hill
We find a sandy place of sun and shadow
Where her moist mound swallows every seed.
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