Daichi ni naute no machiai Asakura no toguchi o akete, tsuto irikuru wa shijū chikai deppuri futotta otokoA stout man of about forty years opened the door of Asakura, the famous teahouse in the substitute land, and swiftly came in.

Bekira no fuchi ni namisawagi

yūkyū chifallow land

kannō suru madeto one's heart's content