Enchanted Kyoto Night

Behold the wondrous beauty of this Kyoto night,

Where light and darkness mingle in perfect sight,

The sky, a hue of purple, so divine,

With tresses dancing in the wind like a sign.

The western sky reflects a crimson hue,

A delicate glass painting, oh so true,

It's breathtaking, magnificent to see,

A sight that fills one's heart with pure glee.

The lights, they sparkle and dazzle,

From arc lamps to electric lights and paper lanterns that sizzle,

Shijo Ohashi stands still in its dim light,

As Whistler's melody echoes in the night.

Gazing towards the north, Mount Kitayama stands tall,

Shrouded in five colors like a rainbow's call,

The riverbed's water flows cool and refreshing,

Reflecting Pontocho's lights, ever so mesmerizing.

Why can't I hear the shamisen at all?

Even though I can see a glimpse of a geisha

Though glimpses of them here and there can be found,

The night is young, and the stars glitter bright,

A battlefield of lights and faces, such a magical sight.

A train passes by, surprising and rattling,

Adding to the night's charm and its enchanting calling,

The wind blows gently, a bit chilly this evening,

As I stand on Shijo Ohashi, my mind wandering.

Why am I standing here absent-mindedly?

I don't know either, but this Kyoto night is heavenly.