Classic Poem

Surrounded with tall board fences
it's a shadowy gloomy district.
Still, in a vacant lot a ditch flows
a tree grows
and everywhere the smell of white carbolic acid.
Yoshiwara!
Like a frog lying dead on an embankment
it's a pleasure zone, its belly exposed white.

In the sad enclosure of board fences
I heard the woman I fancy weeping
all night long.
Then she ate indigestible noodles
and was lying under a sooty electric lamp.
" Come again, please! "

Even on a day of cloudy weather of despair
a photograph is posted on the brothel billboard.