A shelf of black stratocumulous cloud has formed in the south
Two ancient blue-green peninsulas
Take turns to brush away the fatigue of the day
...two merging currents
extracting sea fog time and again...
The waves, the hush and the glittering points
Repeated reflections of a variety of angles
Or, the weaving of stripes of silver and onion green
Or tin pest and Prussian blue
And when the water drops its costume of prismatic colours
Bounding with pride toward a friend
...a flashy and lucid wedding
in the Oriental fashion...
A ship's smoke flows toward the south
The grim channel a glorious mirror of arsenic acid

Before you know it, the land of Hokkaido undulates
In the northern sunlight
While rainclouds, expectant, whirl their black tails