Once the flowing stream disappears

Into the mist of the low-lying valley,

We lose all tracks of its lofty humiliation.

Every heart has its heavy weight

Exponentially exposed in other realms;

Hence, relax to ease off your violent pain.

Strive to be an immortal, no less, because

This world is a solid tangle of stresses; so,

And you will harm no one in vain; skip all shapes

Of the past and their gloomy shadows will vanish in no time.

Sit side by side with what is nameless --

What has its name is not an invariable thing

To make you feel like on a sinking ship.

Stick to your route along the Great Way,

Which is so great that it is nothing else

But liberation from all worldly conventions.