The unspoiled colors of a late
summer night,
The wind howling through the loft
pines –
The feel of autumn approaching;
The swaying bamboos keep
resonating,
And shedding tears of dew at dawn;
Only those who exert themselves
fully
Will attain the Way,
But even if you abandon all for the
ancient path
of meditation,
You can never forget the meaning of
sadness.
