Continuing rounds of birth and death,
Samsara prolonged without interruption;
Since sudden enlightenment I understand the unborn,
Thus I have no concern for honor or shame.


Living in a hermitage deep in the mountains,
On a lonely peak under a thick pine tree.
I would meditate contentedly in a monk's hut,
At ease in this tranquil place.


After enlightenment no need for further effort;
All dharmas of activity are varied.
Giving alms with attachment bestows merit for heavenly birth,
Like shooting an arrow into space.


Once its power is expended, the arrow falls,
Bringing discontent in the next life.
How can this compare to the true door of non-action,
Through which one leaps straight into the Tathagata ground?


Once you get to the root, don't worry about the branches,
Like pure crystal containing a precious moon.
Since you have realized this all-giving pearl,
Benefit for yourself and others will never end.


The moon shines on the river, the breeze stirs the pine,
What is there to do on a long pleasant night?