O ye who tread the Narrow Way
By Tophet-flare to judgment Day,
Be gentle when "the heathen" pray
To Buddha at Kamakura!
And whoso will, from Pride released,
Contemning neither creed nor priest,
May feel the Soul of all the East
About him at Kamakura.
Yea, voice of every soul that clung
To life that strove from rung to rung
When Deva datta's rule was young
The warm wind brings Kamakura.
