A breeze flickers on a calm day,

I feel my room chilly all of a sudden.

Missing my far away parents,

I regret being unable to give them support.

To my surprise, eagles cut my joy short,

That flew over and snatched it away.

Oozing with tears, I feel great dismay,

I am not the same as birds and wildlife.

I just defer my home duties while in exile,

As I have long owed so much to them.

A chaotic Europe has faced a mayhem,

It’s why I hesitate to turn my steps.

While moaning as though bird chirps,

Thousands share the dream as co-believers.

Children stagger if they’ve lost their fathers,

Disciples falter when their masters are apart.

I aspire for my destiny to start,

So we can join the party for the divine.

Parasoltrees steeped with dews delight,

In perching phoenixes to freely spread wings.

Our reunion happens in clouds vaporing,

The whole South is covered with sky net.

Though my saintliness is not so high, yet,

It is enough to appeal for righteousness.

I now cultivate the old seeds of goodness,

And firmly wait until they flourish.

Though you’ve not yet met your basic needs,

In future, you’ill enter a fairyland (1).

This urges to observe our moral warrants,

I pluck strings which can vibrate your soul.

For the good-hearted to itch their bowel,

And take refuge in the Buddha and Dharma.

Despite a wide range of grueling weathers,

I disregard any kind of comfort and affluence.

Folks are urged to act as beard and mustache,

Never to crawl but to keep their heads high.

Though my body is as heavy as a black crow,

Building the Milky River (2) bridge is my resolve.

Thus I never covet gems and other treasure,

Provided the good absorb the Holy Grace.

As heroes, they rather create their own age,

Than bothering about tiny worms and crickets.

These are impulsive and jealous,

Embroider stories and exacerbate fallacies.

In hell, bulllike heads and horselike faces,

Wait for them to die then catch their souls.

Cholera and plague from the netherworld,

Break the necks of those who ran out of merits.

The Fairy Land has still locked its gates,

Fastened is the ancient fathers’ house.

The good have worked their duties out,

The insolent will be beheaded in future.

Why aint they ashamed with the mirror?

Disloyal noblemen ignore their Ancestors.

They have withered the Eastern culture,

Which was bad-mouthed by fussy critics.

They brought out to dismiss Confucian basics,

Exposing the literature of ancients.

I wonder why they are so mordant,

That the new learners lose the mettle.

I should have grabbed the honeydew bottle (3),

To calm down the worldly with its sprinkling.

The mystic is always left so challenging,

That it is impregnable like a thick jungle.

I thought the breeze would’ve been breathable,

Abruptly a macabre current of air blows over.

I yearn for a phoenix and chicken encounter,

It is the time Saints and Fairies show up.

Looking at people, my heart tightens up,

No pain is worse than that of gut-wrenching.

I wish that the prajna boat sails with wind,

To pick up the nobles of loyalty pledge.

The jovial day has shown its dawn break,

Why do the worldly ever get immersed?

Why not seek Master for merit surplus,

On Gathering, you will hold a laurel branch?

If you shine on your filial piety performance,

From heaven should Master be satisfied.

North and South affinities must not be divided,

As they belong to the Ancient Lac-Hong(5) only.

Don’t listen to flattery nor mockery,

The merciful don’t bother about dishonors.

Once Tao is grasped, it tastes like coleslaws,

Though it is smudged by the mundane.

The smokes of jealousy whirl and blend,

It is good to keep your mind in purity.

This humble monk wears a brown robe only,

Who possesses a predestiny knowledge.

On the exam, Master becomes a laureate,

I will call the souls from a high tower.

As a silly, I have been mingling with villagers,

When I attain the Tao, my name will resound.

Writing Oracles, I show my Bonsai know-how,

With stanzas, I choose my good children.

Even if I am not their parent,

I exert my efforts to educate all.

Society must infer the new from the old,

When I plan to build a sacred venture.

I firmly get rid of lingering rancors,

To salvage the world from its disturbance.