As fate has it I have peach flowers to enjoy so what do I worry about?
Am I afraid of many a beauty who come to crack my head in and out?
But my heart is tied to the remote mountains of Heavenly Grandma
Yet I'm not blessed by the Avalokiteśvara
In my dream I thus fly to where the mountains lie
Under the bright moon a vast lake rises to the sky
The sweet speech mingles with the sound of strings and flutes
Oblivious to life and death is an intoxicated I