I swim alone in the lake
in the midst of primeval forest.
Brilliant white clouds.
Chirping reed warblers.
　

Does the primitive vital force
 infiltrate into my whole body?
My swimming in the Lake Akan is nimble.
　

At the deepest place of the primeval forest of
 dark green, there was a small lake.
I look back on it like distant blue nostalgia.
　

Coming down
from the tableland of Akan to Okushunbetsu,
I look back only to find
 the pass in the larches.
　

White skin, long arms and legs, sweet temper.
An uncalculating maiden of the northern sea.