To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.
Let Silence speak to you about the secrets of the universe.
O, Great Spirit, open my eyes, open heart's wings, open my ears to your voice in all things.
The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.