Throughout the three time spans (past, present and future) you
search for your mind, but see it you do not.
Your eyes look ahead of you but you
cannot see your own eyes.
You search for your lost sword where you
marked the waves,
In vain your eyes fnd nothing.
All the time we see what is unimportant,
wind, ﬂowers money, snow and the moon and so forth.
Fame and infamy have no standard,
let them be.
Ups and downs are one’s fate,
don’t blame others.
If we can learn to be humble,
our mind will be at ease.
With no attachments to extravagance,
our nature will be pure.