I bow in reverence to the white cloud.

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Forever and forever and forever

The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, Startle the forest and make the heights tremble. Clouds darken beneath the darkness of rain, streams pale with a pallor of mist. The gods of Thunder and Lightning Shatter the whole range.

Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?

Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.