The day was snowing / This temple farted white birds / How long till my death ?
What colour these gulls / Swerving between the snow-flakes ? / My cold eyes see all
Old Tipperary / cold as wintry Japan / Cold knuckles singing
Cold saki is best / Great hate, little room. Japan / Of my cold mind now.
I love kimonos / Lovely prattering creatures / More wood on the fire
Tonight we roasted Pangar / Ban, lovely cat, from hunger / Who’ll weep for him now?