A human-being
a person
then turns into lots of people
The far and green outerspace is very close
A speck of dust has the shape of the mountain
A grain of rice – is the pride of the mental power
The soft wind's footsprints have the storm's spirit
The confidence trills like the sound of music
Stirring but it can't be muddied
Blending but it can't be melted
Sparkling, illusory
A human-being – the creation
Human-beings have the real magic
Like the moonlights
Like the sunlights
Like the scent of jasmines
Like the gorgeous lotuses
Like the high passes
Like the deep abysses
Like me
Like you
Like a drop of ink goes up to the fragrance.

Năm dịch: 2008