Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

To sense the peace of extinguished passion Happiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.

You don't know anything, but I know even less.

When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.