I am nothing; Today, all the relations of the heart
are natural and lively
Cedar forest and high red hills.
The human form has been transformed
Relationships, in meditation and superstition,
is the tune of deep music lost in consciousness?
All the relationships of the past have been rotten,
green and withered in childhood; Of wisdom
The valueless application has come deep.
Born in mischief is compassion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem