For the shelled turtle, it is the pleasure,
when it retrieves its head into the enclosure,
The envious nature in the hearts of human,
always pulls its head of ignorance to be alone.
For the south west wind, it is its lowly duty,
when collecting the trash to make the streets empty,
the rational mind clears all doubts of ill and evil,
when it passes through the junction of wise and tactful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the junction of wise and tactful - very high junction! saint poem!