Fuji Yama, Touched by thy divine breath, We return to the shape of God. Thy silence is Song, Thy song is the song of Heaven: Our land of fever and care Turns to a home of mellow-eyed ease— The home away from the land Where mortals are born only to die. We Japan daughters and sons Chanting of thy fair majesty, The pride of God, Seal our shadows in thy bosom— The balmiest place of eternity, O white-faced wonder, O matchless sight, O Sublimity, O Beauty! The thousand rivers carry thy sacred image On their brows; All the mountains raise their heads unto thee Like the flowering tide, As if to hear thy final command. Behold! the seas surrounding Japan Lose their hungry-toothed song and wolfish desire, Kissed by lullaby-humming repose, At sight of thy shadow, As one in a dream of poem. We being around thee forget to die: Death is sweet, Life is sweeter than Death. We are mortals and also gods, Innocent companions of thine, O eternal Fuji! Poem by Yone Noguchi [The image is edited in 4k ]