Across the Stone Bridge I soared until I came
to the Lotus Throne,
Wandering through halls and towers, I saw
firshand the supreme causes.
When a fragrant vapor suffused my clothes,
for the first time I felt cleansed,
When the sound of a bell reached my ears, in
a split second, I was dust-free.
The wooden lad and the stone maiden, the
host within the guest,
Green bamboo and yellow blossoms, I now
see what they mean.
Recalling the past, I lean into the wind and let
out three long sighs;
On the azure waters, the bright moon's
reflection glows like a jewel.