Cry in the mortal world, find joy in the mortal world, sorrow in the mortal world, happiness in the mortal world.
The sins of the mortal world are difficult for all beings to endure together.
The intoxication of the mortal world makes it hard for people to resolve their sorrow and resentment.
Rain falls, like a dream or illusion; the wind rises, changing endlessly. In the mortal world, we are like grains of sand.
Everyone laughs at me, laughs at my folly, laughs at my foolishness.
Yet they do not know, my heart remains in the mortal world, while my dreams are beyond it.
The cold wind rises slightly, the years go on as usual. Decades of misery, how can one withstand the sadness? A drop of sorrowful tear falls, enduring the full pain in the heart, and thus finds peace.
To be drunk is the indulgence of the heart. To be sinful is the vastness of awakening.
The mortal world intoxicates me, I sin within the mortal world (in the mortal world, simplicity is good).
